So Roam

I remember the smell of my grandpa's wood stove

Coming up from the hill and the creek

Summer days blazing the base paths and yard lines

In green grass and cold lemonade

Do you recall in the chill of the fall

Being Brett Favre and backyard touchdowns?

I long for the days and the way we were raised

Every time I come back to this town

Oh brother, do you miss it too?

After everything we've been through

The years and the miles take us far from these fields