Rolling Home

Harry Bogdanovs, and Chris Thompson Have you ever been lonely Tired and broken And you dream of rolling home My hearts on the runway My soul on the freeway How I wish I was rolling home Familiar faces fill my mind From the world I left behind And it haunts me when I'm sleeping I awake only to find That the truth can be unkind When you're living in the wasteland I came to this city With hope for the future Now I long to be rolling home Familiar faces fill my mind As my dreams come back in time And it haunts me when I'm sleeping I awake only to find That the truth can be unkind When you're living in a wasteland