bet you never thought you'd see me
round these parts again
cause five minutes after graduation
I blew out of here like the wind
Was the first one in four generations
To tip their hat to be something more
and whatever I was missing
Was d*** sure worth looking for
So I hit the road
Lonely lonesome road
And I got lost in Arizona trying to find my place in the sun
Met a girl in Oklahoma
turns out she was not the one
Made my way to the Carolinas,
wandered up and down the coast
till it dawned on me what I'd left right and
And what I'd been missing in my missing years
It's the smell of morning coffee
at the Liberty Cafe
A smile and a wave from old Sonny
like I hadn't missed a day
Well it sure ain't much to look at
just a dusty drive through town
but the roots that run beneath it
are what make it sacred ground
I've seen enough to know
that what makes a place a home
is...
I got lost in Arizona trying to find my place in the sun
Met a girl in Oklahoma
turns out that she was not the one
Made my way to the Carolinas,
wandered up and down the coast
till it dawned on me what I'd left right and
And what I'd been missing in my missing years
Made my way from the Carolinas
to this one lane country road
cause it dawned on me what I left right here
is what I'd been missing in my missing years
What I'd be missing in my missing years
round these parts again
cause five minutes after graduation
I blew out of here like the wind
Was the first one in four generations
To tip their hat to be something more
and whatever I was missing
Was d*** sure worth looking for
So I hit the road
Lonely lonesome road
And I got lost in Arizona trying to find my place in the sun
Met a girl in Oklahoma
turns out she was not the one
Made my way to the Carolinas,
wandered up and down the coast
till it dawned on me what I'd left right and
And what I'd been missing in my missing years
It's the smell of morning coffee
at the Liberty Cafe
A smile and a wave from old Sonny
like I hadn't missed a day
Well it sure ain't much to look at
just a dusty drive through town
but the roots that run beneath it
are what make it sacred ground
I've seen enough to know
that what makes a place a home
is...
I got lost in Arizona trying to find my place in the sun
Met a girl in Oklahoma
turns out that she was not the one
Made my way to the Carolinas,
wandered up and down the coast
till it dawned on me what I'd left right and
And what I'd been missing in my missing years
Made my way from the Carolinas
to this one lane country road
cause it dawned on me what I left right here
is what I'd been missing in my missing years
What I'd be missing in my missing years