I know they say you cant go home again.
I just had to come back one last time.
Ma´am I know you don´t know me from Adam.
But these handprints on the front steps are mine.
And up those stairs, in that little back bedroom
is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar.
And I bet you didn´t know under that live oak
my favorite dog is buried in the yard.

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here its like I´m someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself
if I could just come in I swear I´ll leave.
Won´t take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me.

Mama cut out pictures of houses for years.
From ´Better Homes and Garden´ magazines.
Plans were drawn, concrete poured,
and nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama´s dream.

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here its like I´m someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself.
If I could just come in I swear I´ll leave.
Won´t take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me.

You leave home, you move on and you do the best you can.
I got lost in this whole world and forgot who I am.

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here its like I´m someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself.
If I could walk around I swear I´ll leave.
Won´t take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me.