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One in a million in a lonely town,
Two hundred people trying to keep me down,
I've taken all i can, i ain't lookin' back.
Small town boy in a back yard lot,
Can't make a living with the luck i've got
I'm gonna leave it all, i ain't looking back.
That's the way i remember, it seemed to me when i was young.
But i can still see the leaves slowly fall to the ground,
And the snow on the trees as the winter comes down.
Still i go home again in my heart.
My father worked hard on the railroad track;
37 years cut across his back,
He gave it all he had for what he believed.
Like every other kid that came before,
I grew up believing there was something more
And i still believe, i still believe.
That's the way i remember, it seemed to me when i was young.
But i can still see the leaves slowly fall to the ground,
And the snow on the trees as the winter comes down.
Still i go home again in my heart.
But i can still see the lightning on a warm summer night
And the rain on the roof when i close my eyes;
I can still hear us laughing on the front porch in the dark.
There are days when i know that i've traveled so far
That i'll never find the road leading back to the start,
Still i go home again in my heart
Still i go home again in my heart
In my heart, in my heart
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