Driving on the road to home, a few cars back

Maybe three infront, 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