• Walking down the city streets
    The nature around cold and foreboding
    The wind angrily cuts threw me like a sword

    How I long for the streets of the small town
    Where the wind is an old friend and a sworn enemy
    Where nature around is warm and welcoming

    Every dawn I wanted to see the small mountains
    and every dawn I only see soulless buildings
    Every night I wanted to see the ebony sky I've known
    and every night I only see the lights of the city

    Oh how I long to see my home again
    No city nor state can replace
    How I long for those Arkansas nights
    That no one can imitate

    How I long for night...