sleep. I KNOW THESE EMPTY ROADS! THESE EMPTY ROADS WILL TAKE US HOME! I KNOW THESE EMPTY ROADS! THESE EMPTY ROADS WILL TAKE US HOME! These empty roads
with me And I am home... I am holding something fragile Breaks easy as the day But what it feels like is strong and steady Reaching me from worlds away And I am home
be 'Cause I don't see no road that leads to you and me Paved the way on empty roads Into a gray and gold headstone And I'm proud to take my angel home
Driving home in my car, nearly midnight Rain on the road in my view Holding my heart, it?s the first night without you On my clothes I still smell your
be returning now To the town where I was born And I understand you must keep movin' friend But I am headed home Yeah, I'm gonna follow the road And
side of the ride Damn Bleek, can't speak Uh-huh, okay, what's up, SHUT UP And close the door Act like you been in the drop top On the open road before
you wifed her Shit, I put the rubber on tighter Sent her home, when she entered home You hugged her up, what the fuck is up? She got you whipped, got your kids Got your home
knew that it would feel like this When the two that raised you up and call it quits Nobody told me 'bout the emptiness When the place you call home is closed
up at closing time They pulled out on the road and they were gone Tony's mom got frantic When she found her son had not come home Mary's roommate panicked
unwinds 'cross the rivers Through the pines and leads me home, back home Yeah, I'm going back home, back home Home, back home, home, back home Home, back home
is closin' in, you're breakin' down You're cryin' out but there is no answer When you call, just close your eyes and know that This twisted road eventually
Every now and then I got out with a friend or two And have a few rounds I make it home by ten, but I remember when I used to close that place down The
please don't Don't let me sink, don't let the darkness in Let your perfect fingers touch my skin Heart needs a home It's a dark and empty road when you
never knew that it would feel like this When the two that raise you up and call it quits Nobody told me bout the emptiness, When the place you call home is closed
one big bullet hole [Brother Ali] Shoot through it as a union, with the best of my crew Bumpin melodys and memories too, my heads killin me, ohh Stomach empty
and mistakes to make in private but take my home and make it your own, recite lines from my favorite books in the garden, hear the songs closest to my