The past hauling me back like a tow truck of time
And nostalgia warms me
Sings me to sleep with a bit of twang and kisses me
Gently like I’d have kissed this different me had I known her back then

No place to go, it was right here all along
With my pocketbook of dreams and this heart tuned
To chart its path back to you.
Looking only proved I couldn’t see
And that now I do.