As I Survey The Ground For Ants

Looking For A Place To Sit And Read

I'm Reminded Of

The Streets Of My Home Town

How Much They 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

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 On Coming

These Lines On The Raod

Keep Me Responsible

Be It A Light Or A Heavy Load

Keep Me Guessing

These Blessings In Disguise

I'll Walk With Grace Me Feet

And Faith My Eyes



The Hometown Weather Is On TV

And I Imagine The Lives

Of The People Living There

And I'm Curious If They Imagine Me

They Just To Leave,

I Wish That I Could Stay



I Get Turned Around

And I Mistake My Happiness For Blessing

And I'm Blessed As The Poor

Still I Judge Success By How I'm Dressing



So I'll Sing A Song Of My Home Town

Breathe The Air And Walk The Streets

Maybe Find A Place To Sit And Read

But The Ants Are Welcome Company