Dillon Chase - Not Home Yet (try again) [feat. Sean C. Johnson] Lyrics

I-35 north bound and the sun ain't up yet like we skating
Riding shot gun with my son got love for the loveless if they hate us
Red eye flight, long light, slow us down ain't upset we gone make it
Now we running through the airport like a rare sport
Catch some breath then when we racing
Sometimes I get impatient
Tell my son he better pick up the pace
Then I know I got model the father
So I pick up his bags and I run in his place
Now we strolling on to our flight sweat dripping off our faces
And southwest don't assign seats so we looking for 2 spots vacant
Just wait till we get home
I know we on that road
We get back mama on that stove
Just wait till we get home
Flight leaves the 11th hour
Skating on clouds over every mountain
Son got the OJ man you better down it
I already see the Devon Tower
It's the 405 to the 580 south bound we go
We about to be home to the house we know
We pound that road
High five when we get home
My daughter peeking through the window
Wife meet me on the front porch
My son always turn away when we kiss though
The pain she feel I feel too
The hurt they feel I will too
And even though we under this roof we struggle to move
Pilgrims got to till through
So we open up that word
Devo to give us shalom
And as we hold our hands to pray I say
Just wait till we get home
This earth is not our home
One day we'll kneel at the throne
Praise God forever not alone
Just wait till we get home
Just wait till we get home
I know we on that road
This earth is not our home
One day we'll kneel down at the throne
Praise God forever not alone
Just wait till we get home