Mississippi
my junior high school i played in this fountain once high school stadium episcopal church across from my elementary school 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 And to visit places from my pa...