Lyrics:

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 past But only for an hour or so Which is long enough to smell the air To tell the tale and find the door 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 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 And I'll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes. And I'll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes.