It was a country music kind of day…
You leave home and you move on and you do the best you can
I got lost in this old world and forgot who I am
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself If I could walk around
I swear I'll leave. Won't take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me.
written by Tom Douglas and Allen Shamblin
The thing is there is no house that built me. There is only a collection of places I never really belonged. They say you can’t go home, but I don’t even know where that’d be.
Yes, it has been that kind of day, if I had a home I would have gone there.
