As i survey the ground for ants
looking for a place to sit and read
i'm reminded of
the streets of my home town
how much they like this concrete
that's warm beneath my feet
and how i"m all wrapped up
in my mother's face
with a touch of my father
just up around the eyes
and the sound of my brother's laugh
more wrapped up in what binds our
ever distant lives.
But if i must go
things i trust will be better off without me
but i don't want to know
life is better off a mystery
So keep on coming
these lines on the raod
keep me responsible
be it a light or a heavy load
keep me guessing
these blessings in disguise
i'll walk with grace me feet
and faith my eyes
The hometown weather is on tv
and i imagine the lives
of the people living there
and i'm curious if they imagine me
they just to leave,
i wish that i could stay
I get turned around
and i mistake my happiness for blessing
and i'm blessed as the poor
still i judge success by how i'm dressing
So i'll sing a song of my home town
breathe the air and walk the streets
maybe find a place to sit and read
but the ants are welcome company