Coming Home
When I look back I guess I only rememberThe good and sometimes the badI hadn't seen you in a whileThought maybe you went off and had a childI was hoping I'd see you again
We were best friends I told you everythingI changed your life and you changed mineNow I'm driving down our street and memories flying back at meI think of your face I smile
Oh Lord, it's hard sometimesI don't know where I'm goingOh Lord, it's hard sometimesI hope I know where I've been
The kids are playing football in the snowMan, it sure feels like homeAnd my man, he's playing on his hornMan, I love to hear it blow