I tore everything I owned from that lonely apartment
Rent was paid for the next three months
Next time they came here I’d be gone
I walked two blocks
To a phone, I called my brother and I said
Brother, I’m coming home
And I said
Brother, I'm coming home
Woah oh oh
Woah oh oh
Woah oh oh
Woah oh oh
I left conquered a long, long time ago
My streets, my friends
The place I call my home
Something was missing
I had to make sure
That there was really
A world out there
And now my thumb
Catches the breeze as cars fly by
Just a few feet in front of me
And I think I finally found my peace
But god knows I’ve been doing all the wrong things
God knows I’ve been doing all the wrong things
Woah oh oh
Woah oh oh
Woah oh oh
Woah oh oh
I stand here on the side of the interstate
The wind blows dust in my face
My feet are tired
My body aches
I ain’t slept
For days and days and days
For days and days and days
For days and days and days
For days and days and days
I hope someday that you can forgive me
I hope somewhere that you understand
Deafening nights
The beat of our heartbeat
I should've known that it all had to end
I took everything I owned from that lonely apartment
Rent was paid for the next three months
Next time they came here I’d be gone
I walked two blocks to a phone
I called my brother and I said
Brother, I’m coming home
And I said
Brother, I’m coming home
And I said
Brother, I’m coming home
I-70 was written by Microwave.
I-70 was produced by CJ Ridings.