Miranda Lambert's latest, The House That Built Me, is my new fave. How does she know this much about me?
Here are some snippets:
I used to do my homework in that little room.
My favorite dog is buried in your back yard.
And the best part is the chorus:
If you'll just let me in, I swear I'll leave ... with nothing but a memory.
She needs to be in her childhood home. Touch the walls, feel the aura, put a hand on the concrete.
I'm in touch with this. My life fell apart and guess where I ran?
I'm long past the time that I should've moved on. Call it lazy or call it crazy ... I don't know.
I will move on. I will redefine the life I need for myself. But right now, I'm indulging a need. I put my head on a pillow, say my prayers and take great comfort in returning to the house that built me.
I am a million miles from the old neighborhood or a twenty minuet drive which ever is easier on a given day. I still have a need to drive by now and then just to see the home that built me. It seems like it never happened and it seems like yesterday. I know where I came from and some times I want to feel it and some times I don’t.
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