Coming Home (feat. Sam Riddle)

One more exit, a left and then a right
Down that old dirt road, to a welcome home porchlight
I'm just runnin, I peek inside my window
Lives runnin around, dinners on the table
Everyone outside thinks that I'm livin too fast
I gotta get away with things I know will last
Home
Home

All in when I take a ride, down like to the rodeo
When I take a little call from home
That's all I know, keep me on the roll
And I know that I'll be fine
When I think about all the time
That I had on the road with the band on go
With the fans singing Overtime
When the bus pulls up and we light this up
It's on and poppin yall
When we all wake up and it's still love
Singin bout that northern drawl
I'm on that long road, tryin to make it with a blindfold
To get home to that zip code
Where my life is on that backroad
I see that light on with that porch lit in each time zone
My dreams in my rearview I stand up and fight on
Never take for granted what I'm workin for
Never listen when they say impossible

These white lines were gettin longer
But my faith was gettin stronger
And my dreams were slowly comin true
I'm so grateful cause I'm crushin it with you

Home, I'm comin home, Comin home
Comin home, I'm comin home, Comin home

Back home in the middle of Montana, where the feelin of freedom rings
Backroads and a little cabana, man I love all the simple things
I'm kinda feeling home but I'm thinkin bout my pot of gold
And I can't wait to get on the road to my real life and heart and soul
One more night, one more show, one more fight
Sittin lonely with the bus stop knowin
That I can't stop growin if I do things right

Starin at the bus windshield
Chasin what I know is real
Waitin through the fear and fake shit
I've already fuckin made it

Home, I'm comin home
I've already made it
Home, I'm comin home
I'm comin home, comin home
Comin home