Moses Lake

I don't visit enough Hasn't changed too much A few new buildings, but not much else is new Same kind of people Same skies big and blue I took a walk outside On the low hillside The wind is blowing through the fields of wheat It's so much bigger than a rearview mirror The whole family's in town It's a beautiful sound The clinking of glasses, laughter in the air Talking 'bout the young days Telling jokes that last the years As the noise dies down And the fire goes out We all slowly drift our way to our beds My mother whispers "I wish that you were closer" I'm missing my hometown And the people that are there Each memory suspended Like the sweetest smelling air There's a woman I knew She passed away in June Left her husband and the house that hasn't sold He's trying his best to manage With the cards that he's been dealt He volunteers at the church With the homeless and hurt Wears a big red hat with white text on the front I saw him down at Safeway But I didn't say "Hello" Some old friends are still here We went out for a beer We're sharing where our separate roads have taken us One is having babies The other just lost two As we finish our drinks One of them says to me "It's not much, but I'd never leave this place" Sometimes I wish that I had felt the same