Home?

So after a couple weeks on the road i've made it home, and as ready as i was to get back the first thing that came to my mind walking off the plane was how much i wanted to get out of here. That doesn't sound much like home to me, sounds more like another place to visit. Don't get me wrong I love seeing all my friends and my family and relaxing a bit, but there's just something about this place that makes the walls feel like they're closing in. Sittin on the plane in from El Paso I was sittin between a lady who had some big important job, traveling around inspecting stores, and on my other side a young girl headin home in oakland. As I sat there I wondered if they were happy about where they were going, and i woulda asked had not one been enveloped by a book about some guy named kyle going into a hotel room to meet some fbi agents at least thats all i read over her shoulder, and the other was curled up next to the window lost in a dream.

The one nice thing about being home though, was having some company while i was sittin out front, enjoyin a few of lifes finer things. Which I enjoy more and more as this little life of mine gets more complcated. The trouble is, it don't ever slow down to gimmie a little time to think, so I just gotta slow down and let it pass me by for a little while. In the end it looks to me like I'll be a simple hardworking man, not rich or famous and thats okay with me. Anyhow keepin it country God Bless the USA