Lyrics

Standing alone in his kingdom come,
He gazes into the rolling valley hills,
Memories of being on the farm,
Come to him as the light fades with his thrills

He tries to let it go,
There's no place like home

The old log home he'd always known,
Leans and sags in it years alone,
And all the barns that begin to fall,
Let him know, he's gotta make the call,
It's time to leave the homestead,
That Mom and Dad created

Marks in his face tell the story line,
The words he speaks come from another time,
A handbill life shows it's age,
Brother to eleven turning a final page

He tries to let it go,
There's no place like home

The old log home he'd always known,
Leans and sags in it years alone,
And all the barns that begin to fall,
Let him know, he's gotta make the call,
It's time to leave the homestead,
That Mom and Dad created

Weathered boards, weathered hands,
Empty pockets, empty lands,
Shattered windows, broken doors,
Hidden treasure scattered on the floor,

It's time to leave the homestead,
That Mom and Dad created
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