Faith My Eyes - Caedmon's Call

As I survey the ground for ants 
Looking for a place to sit and read 
I'm reminded of 
The streets of my home town 
How much they 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 
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 on coming 
These lines on the raod 
Keep me responsible 
Be it a light or a heavy load 
Keep me guessing 
These blessings in disguise 
I'll walk with grace me feet 
And faith my eyes

The hometown weather is on TV 
And I imagine the lives 
Of the people living there 
And I'm curious if they imagine me 
They just to leave, 
I wish that I could stay 

I get turned around 
And I mistake my happiness for blessing 
And I'm blessed as the poor 
Still I judge success by how I'm dressing 

So I'll sing a song of my home town 
Breathe the air and walk the streets 
Maybe find a place to sit and read 
But the ants are welcome company