As I survey the ground for ants
   Looking for a place to sit and read
   I'm reminded of the streets of my hometown
   And 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 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 if 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
   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
   And I imagine thelives of the people living there
   And I'm curious if they imagine me
   They just want to leave
   I wish that I could stay'
  
   But I get turned around
   And I mistake my happiness for blessing
   And I'm blessed with the poor
   Still I judge success by how I'm dressing
  
   So I'll sing a song of my hometown
   Breathe the air and walk the streets
   Maybe find a place to sit and read
   But the ants are welcomed company