My Way Back - High Valley

Momma put a bible in my glove box

And a hot homemade apple pie in the passenger seat

She said «you'll always be my baby»

She planted a kiss and a couple of tears on my cheek

Dad slipped me some traveling cash through a map with it highlighted right on the dash

And I realized as I look back… that

They weren’t just saying goodbye

They weren’t just seeing me off

They were just making sure I don’t forget where I’m from

Momma loved and daddy worked

They lived their lives just to make sure I know

My way back home

I can still smell momma’s kitchen

Feel every single prayer she says for me I can point these wheels towards that sunset

Without a fear, without a doubt, daddy said «go get that dream»

I left behind a pie crumb trail just in case I get lost, fall flat or fail

And if the wind should lead my sail

My way back to the door that’s always open

To the light that’s always on To the love that’s always waiting after being good too long

Way too long…