Home

I'm a rolling stone, no place to go

I packed my bags and hit the gravel road

Ain't got no plan, got room to grow

So I'm as free as the wind blows

Wild things always get somewhere so I'll follow the where they tread

Through fields of gold there are stories told of what may lay ahead

An uneasy destination it likes to change it's face

But I know it better than anyone and i know its worth the chase

Home where my tyres won't touch the ground

And I ain't religious but i feel like I've been found