Back to where I used to be
The road to home has beckoned me
Courthouse square, days gone by
Funny, that's the place I fly
Family joy, memoirs sweet
Invisible whisperings fill the street
I suppose it's where I'll stay
Back to work, back to play
This old town has holds on me
It hugged my heart then set me free
Now I walk these streets again
Hugging back this dear old friend
"Every song that I write comes from my own personal experience. i believe the role of an artist is to interpret reality through a system of beliefs and a long-term seeking of truth, in your own life and in the world at large." Dan Folgelberg
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