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
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
cause 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
and i mistake my happiness for blessing
and i'm blessed as the poor
but 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

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

and i'll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes.
and i'll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes.

--"faith my eyes" cademon's call