Lyrics Not Home Yet [try again] - Dillon Chase feat. Sean C. Johnson
I-35
north
bound
and
the
sun
ain′t
up
yet
like
we
skating
Riding
shot
gun
with
my
son
got
love
for
the
loveless
if
they
hate
us
Red
eye
flight,
long
light,
slow
us
down
ain't
upset
we
gone
make
it
Now
we
running
through
the
airport
like
a
rare
sport
Catch
some
breath
then
when
we
racing
Sometimes
I
get
impatient
Tell
my
son
he
better
pick
up
the
pace
Then
I
know
I
got
model
the
father
So
I
pick
up
his
bags
and
I
run
in
his
place
Now
we
strolling
on
to
our
flight
sweat
dripping
off
our
faces
And
southwest
don′t
assign
seats
so
we
looking
for
2 spots
vacant
Just
wait
till
we
get
home
I
know
we
on
that
road
We
get
back
mama
on
that
stove
Just
wait
till
we
get
home
Flight
leaves
the
11th
hour
Skating
on
clouds
over
every
mountain
Son
got
the
OJ
man
you
better
down
it
I
already
see
the
Devon
Tower
It's
the
405
to
the
580
south
bound
we
go
We
about
to
be
home
to
the
house
we
know
We
pound
that
road
High
five
when
we
get
home
My
daughter
peeking
through
the
window
Wife
meet
me
on
the
front
porch
My
son
always
turn
away
when
we
kiss
though
The
pain
she
feel
I
feel
too
The
hurt
they
feel
I
will
too
And
even
though
we
under
this
roof
we
struggle
to
move
Pilgrims
got
to
till
through
So
we
open
up
that
word
Devo
to
give
us
shalom
And
as
we
hold
our
hands
to
pray
I
say
Just
wait
till
we
get
home
This
earth
is
not
our
home
One
day
we'll
kneel
at
the
throne
Praise
God
forever
not
alone
Just
wait
till
we
get
home
Just
wait
till
we
get
home
I
know
we
on
that
road
This
earth
is
not
our
home
One
day
we′ll
kneel
down
at
the
throne
Praise
God
forever
not
alone
Just
wait
till
we
get
home
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