As I survey the ground for antsLooking for a place to sit and readI'm reminded of the streets of my hometownAnd how they're much like this concreteThat's warm beneath my feetAnd how I'm all wrapped up in my mother's faceWith a touch of my father just around the eyesAnd the sound of my brother's laughBut more wrapped up in what binds our ever distant lives But if I must goThings I trust will be better off without meBut if I don't want to knowLife is better off a mystery So keep 'em coming, these lines on the roadAnd keep me responsible, be it a light or heavy loadKeep me guessing with these blessings in disguiseAnd I'll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes Hometown weather is on TVAnd I imagine thelives of the people living thereAnd I'm curious if they imagine meThey just want to leaveI wish that I could stay' But I get turned aroundAnd I mistake my happiness for blessingAnd I'm blessed with the poorStill I judge success by how I'm dressing So I'll sing a song of my hometownBreathe the air and walk the streetsMaybe find a place to sit and readBut the ants are welcomed company
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