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