Faith my eyes

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