Back to My Roots

That old white farmhouse comes into view. And all those places that I

knew. Past the fields where I spent my days. Workin' in the

garden and haulin' hay. In this place now, so far away.

Take me back to my roots tonight. Pennsylvania stars so bright.

In that small town glow, my heart takes flight. It's hard to

explain. It's hard to explain. It's not the same.

It's not the same. But it's like going back in time.

Old Waynesburg Road, where I rode my bike. Learned to drive and was a