Driving on the road to home
A few cars back
Maybe three in front
I don't know

All I know is we
Are going way too slow
The guy in front takes a left
The others follow

I am left alone
Maybe this will be the day
That I'm going home
And I feel lonely for the last time
Walking on the road to home

I take three steps
And I fall backward five more
I want to stop building up
These walls between us
The walls of pride, the walls of pain

Break through these
And make me whole again
I cannot wait to be with you, Lord Jesus
And I feel lonely for the last time
See the walls, see the walls
Come crashing down around us
Now we, now we are together
And feel lonely for the last time