Faith My Eyes

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
 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