As I survey the ground for ants Looking for a place to sit and read I'm reminded of the streets of my hometown And how they're much 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 around the eyes And the sound of my brother's laugh But 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 if I don't want to know Life is better off a mystery
So keep 'em coming, these lines on the road And keep me responsible, be it a light or heavy load Keep me guessing with these blessings in disguise And I'll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes
Hometown weather is on TV And I imagine thelives of the people living there And I'm curious if they imagine me They just want to leave I wish that I could stay'
But I get turned around And I mistake my happiness for blessing And I'm blessed with the poor Still I judge success by how I'm dressing
So I'll sing a song of my hometown Breathe the air and walk the streets Maybe find a place to sit and read But the ants are welcomed company As I survey the ground for ants Looking for a place to sit and read I'm reminded of the streets of my hometown And how they're much 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 around the eyes And the sound of my brother's laugh But 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 if I don't want to know Life is better off a mystery
So keep 'em coming, these lines on the road And keep me responsible, be it a light or heavy load Keep me guessing with these blessings in disguise And I'll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes
Hometown weather is on TV And I imagine thelives of the people living there And I'm curious if they imagine me They just want to leave I wish that I could stay'
But I get turned around And I mistake my happiness for blessing And I'm blessed with the poor Still I judge success by how I'm dressing
So I'll sing a song of my hometown Breathe the air and walk the streets Maybe find a place to sit and read But the ants are welcomed company Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
