Home

The voices of relatives long time gone
Smiles and times we've spent I can't forget
Laughs that etch their way into stone
After all these years
And all signs point right back to home

The air doesn't clear nearly fast enough around here
Choked words and unfinished sentences
There's never been any subtle messages of home
Trees and roads
And all roads point right back to home

You're eyes are shut
Recalling what your mother said
Legs can't walk
Giving up
Giving up is not one of the options
Giving up is not in the plans

I know the trip is long on the body
So don't ask if we're there yet like a child
Cause patience is a virtue
Rain and snow
And all roads point right back to you

Find the path of consistency
Sink my teeth into it
Soak my feet in the mud of my past
Flesh and blood
And all roads point right back to home