I got tired of walking 
So I down on my knees 
My pale skin got melted, but lungs still can breath 
This desert sun burns me, but I will keep move on
Because my mom Martha still waits me at home 

I’m on my way back home
so I just must move on 
through this mists of sand
down on the Kansas land

I just ran from jail and don’t [bad word] back
I’m sure hounds got unleashed and already on track
But my mind still clear and I know what I do
I’m cursing hot star and I keep going through

I’m on my way back home
so I just must move on 
through this mists of sand
down on the Kansas land

I’m on my way back home
so I just must move on 
through this mists of sand
down on the Kansas land