That Path Familiar

Sometimes I get lost in this world and I don’t know who I am
I don’t know where I’m going, why I’m here, or where I stand
When I can’t seem to place my feet on solid ground
I know it’s time to stop and turn around

I close my mind and I walk down that path familiar
Back through a trail of memories
Back to the people and the places that mean the world to me
When the storms of life are raging and I need a place to run
I go back where I came from

I hear Mama singin’ in the kitchen, It Is Well With My Soul
Daddy’s glasses are layin’ on his Bible open to the book of Job
A young boy picks a guitar and stares out in the rain
I know the dream he dream’s won’t ever change

I close my mind and I walk down that path familiar
Back through a trail of memories
Back to the people and the places that mean the world to me
When the storms of life are raging and I need a place to run
I go back where I came from, back where I came from, I go back where I came from