West Texas

I seem to be missing my old friends. There is certainly something exciting about moving to a new place, meeting new people and finding kindred spirits, but today I miss the comfortable friendships from Texas. I love you, and hope you are doing well..

I see the rain a'comin' a mile ahead

With the lightning streaming like a golden thread

And the heat rises up from the rocks and the dirt

Like a sweet smelling woman in a twirling skirt

Mesmerizing me soothing my fears

While the rain falls so soft it's like tears

This is my home

This is my home

Any fool can visit

The wise will miss it

And it's home to me

There's a sweet wind whispering after the storm

And the earth is cold but the sun is warm

All the vast, empty spaces are filling my soul

They shatter my pride and swallow me whole

The night birds they sing me to bed

As the sleep-laden sun fades to red

This is my home

This is my home

Any fool can visit

The wise will miss it

But it's home to me

The stars are heavy with light

A gift for the travelers of night

Tomorrow I roam

But tonight I am home

Any fool can visit

The wise will miss it

And it's home to me

I'm the fool who visits

I am wise to miss it

And it's home

It's home to me