Ever since I was three it was the same old thing Packed up my stuff, I'm ready to leave I'm ready to leave My house on rocks, a sliding mess that Always falls At least my heart is my home And I can see the open road And I can see the open road My highest highs become my lowest lows But I can see the open road They know I'm coming home But I still see the open road What is this you always taught me mommy "Stay strong down this path my darling" I guess that's what I've always done And I'm here to prove to my family that I'm worth something And I think I'm worth something And I'm starting to see that I'm worth something And I can see the open road And I can see the open road My highest highs become my lowest lows But I can see the open road They already know I'm coming home But I still see the open road My highest highs become my lowest lows But I can see the open road They know I'm coming home But I can see the open road Ever since I was three it's been the same old thing Packed up my stuff I'm ready to leave (I'm ready to leave) My hearts on hold, for this love I've always known At least I know I am home