I roll through the fields where I learn how to run.
The old oak remembers when I was so young.
Dust on my boots and a faded plaid shirt.
The stories I carry, some sweet, some still hurt.
It's the place I call home when I've been far away.
Back to my roots where the memories lay.
Back to my roots where the memories lay.
They recall my name.
The breeze whispers secrets to the open plain.
No life's moved on.
The heart still remains.
There's a comfort in knowing it's still like before.
This place holds the pieces of my heart so strong.
In the quiet of the night where the stars are bright.
See the past and you won't delight.
I feel it all.
I feel and feel it all.
I feel it all.










In the quiet of the night where the stars are bright.
I can see past you won't delight.
I feel it all.
I feel it all.
I know where the truth under the moon.
Life's melody sings a familiar tune.
It's where I belong.
This sleepy town's call amongst the echoes.
I feel it all.
In the quiet of the night where the stars are bright.
I can see the past you won't delight.
I feel it.
I feel it all.
I feel it all.
In the quiet of the night where the stars are bright.
I can see the past you won't delight.
I feel it all.
I feel it all.
We'll see you next time.