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

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 up 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 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

And 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

I imagine the lives of the people living there

And I'm curious if they imagine me

'Cause they just wanna leave; I wish that I could stay

But I get turned around

I mistake some happiness for blessing

But I'm blessed as the poor

Still I judge success by how I'm dressing

So keep 'em coming, these lines on the road

And keep me responsible, be it a light or heavy load

And keep me guessing with these blessings in disguise

And I'll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes.

So I'll sing a song of my hometown

I'll breathe the air and walk the streets

Maybe find a place to sit and read

And the ants are welcome company