It Feels Like Home

Deep in the conscience of my mind
I wonder aimlessly
Around this cemetery of dead oaks
While the cold wind blows
Creating mountains of snow

But the bar light is welcoming
And my amber glass glows
To my left and my right are the locals
And it feels like home

The jukebox plays softly
The tales of Lake Superior
A lake that can take
Even the mighty Fitzgerld
To an early grave

The bar light is welcoming
And my abmer glass glows
To my left and my right are the locals
And it feels like home

I've been to this place so many times before
This time I rediscovered what I love
The rolling hills of trees, shores that go on for miles
Empty roads, and untouched geography

The bar light is welcoming
And my amber glass glows
To my left and my right are locals
And it feels like home

The beer tips my last glass
And the night wanes on
The moon climbs high in a star lit sky
And the drunks embrace their only light

The bar light is welcoming
And my amber glass glows
To my left and my right are the locals
And it still feels like home....



Dedicated to Michigan... the greatest state in the Union.....