Coming Home

When I look back I guess I only remember The good and sometimes the bad I hadn't seen you in a while Thought maybe you went off and had a child I was hoping I'd see you again We were best friends I told you everything I changed your life and you changed mine Now I'm driving down our street and memories flying back at me I think of your face I smile Oh Lord, it's hard sometimes I don't know where I'm going Oh Lord, it's hard sometimes I hope I know where I've been The kids are playing football in the snow Man, it sure feels like home And my man, he's playing on his horn Man, I love to hear it blow