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;
Thirty seven 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 be lieve.
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