Driving by your corner store
And Mexican cafe
Following the San Pedro
Along this old highway
I wonder what lies deep inside
Your cottonwood trees
I wonder who might call you home
And if they live carefree
And there's a part of me that wants to hang around
But I'm on my way and I won't stop now
I imagine something hidden here
That's radiating life
Within the ordinary of
Your subtle private side
Where neighbors change the world
Through faithfulness and being kind
The plaques hanging upon their walls
Are not how they're defined
And there's a part of me that wants to hang around
But I'm on my way and I won't stop now
There's something pure
There's something free
That reaches out and calls to me
There's something pure
There's something free
That reaches out and calls to me
But I'm embarrassed to say...
Sometimes I think the better life
Is somewhere down the road
Where people have more purpose
And accomplish greater goals
It's there I get held hostage
By the pace and heavy load
But on your streets I feel a pull
To possibly let go
And there's a part of me that wants to hang around
But I'm on my way and I won't stop now
Goodall - On My Way (feat. Keegan) Lyrics
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Driving by your corner store
And Mexican cafe
Following the San Pedro
Along this old highway
I wonder what lies deep inside
Your cottonwood trees
I wonder who might call you home
And if they live carefree
And there's a part of me that wants to hang around
But I'm on my way and I won't stop now
I imagine something hidden here
That's radiating life
Within the ordinary of
Your subtle private side
Where neighbors change the world
Through faithfulness and being kind
The plaques hanging upon their walls
Are not how they're defined
And there's a part of me that wants to hang around
But I'm on my way and I won't stop now
There's something pure
There's something free
That reaches out and calls to me
There's something pure
There's something free
That reaches out and calls to me
But I'm embarrassed to say...
Sometimes I think the better life
Is somewhere down the road
Where people have more purpose
And accomplish greater goals
It's there I get held hostage
By the pace and heavy load
But on your streets I feel a pull
To possibly let go
And there's a part of me that wants to hang around
But I'm on my way and I won't stop now
And Mexican cafe
Following the San Pedro
Along this old highway
I wonder what lies deep inside
Your cottonwood trees
I wonder who might call you home
And if they live carefree
And there's a part of me that wants to hang around
But I'm on my way and I won't stop now
I imagine something hidden here
That's radiating life
Within the ordinary of
Your subtle private side
Where neighbors change the world
Through faithfulness and being kind
The plaques hanging upon their walls
Are not how they're defined
And there's a part of me that wants to hang around
But I'm on my way and I won't stop now
There's something pure
There's something free
That reaches out and calls to me
There's something pure
There's something free
That reaches out and calls to me
But I'm embarrassed to say...
Sometimes I think the better life
Is somewhere down the road
Where people have more purpose
And accomplish greater goals
It's there I get held hostage
By the pace and heavy load
But on your streets I feel a pull
To possibly let go
And there's a part of me that wants to hang around
But I'm on my way and I won't stop now
Writer: Brian Goodall
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