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Written by |
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Marty Stuart |
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Sometimes the only thing to do is turn around and go back home |
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When every way there is to turn has vanished and is gone |
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I've used up every trick that |
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I had hidden up my sleeve |
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Think it's time |
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I reconcile with what |
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I had to leave |
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In a little country graveyard, in the middle of the night |
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I'm kneeling by the memory of the one who gave me life |
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She always knew me better than |
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I'll ever know myself |
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I keep hearing her and |
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Jesus say "Surrender son and rest" |
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Redemption, like the moon tonight, hangs pretty, soft and low |
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And how it's been up until now don't matter anymore |
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In the middle of this darkness, |
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I see a light that shines |
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Like a beacon of forgiveness saying "Pilgrim, all is fine" |
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There's one more journey left for me, that's all that's left to do |
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And in the dirt he wrote a simple note that said, "momma I love you" |
