But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do.
I would gladly hit the road, get up and go if i knew,
That someday it will lead me back to you,
That someday it will lead me back to you.

But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do.
Sunday morning rain is falling and i'm calling out to you.
Singing someday, it will bring me back to you.
Find a way to bring myself back home to you.

I'm just sorry I couldn't be a better me, for you.