Place I'm Meant to Be

If age was measured in miles, I’d be laying my

Own gravestone

I’ve seen the road both ways, both of

Which I’ve seen alone

The sights have left me speechless, but the

Places I have roamed

Can’t replace the time I’ve spent away from

Home

I’m tired of this highway, and these

Yellow lines I chase

Something slows me down

And I’m afraid that I’m too late

Cause I’m a long way from chasing rivers and the

Big church on the hill

I hate to say goodbye, my dear, and I

Probably always will

My letters aren’t worth reading, but I

Hope you long for me

Until I return to the place I’m meant to be