One in a million in a lonely town, two hundred people trying to keep me down, I've taken all I can, I ain't lookin' back. small town boy in a back yard lot, can't make a living with the luck I've got I'm gonna leave it all, I ain't looking back. That's the way I remember, it seemed to me when I was young. But I can still see the leaves slowly fall to the ground, And the snow on the trees as the winter comes down. still I go home again in my heart. My father worked hard on the railroad track; 37 years cut across his back, he gave it all he had for what he believed. Like every other kid that came before, I grew up believing there was something more and I still believe, I still believe. That's the way I remember, it seemed to me when I was young. But I can still see the leaves slowly fall to the ground, And the snow on the trees as the winter comes down. still I go home again in my heart. But I can still see the lightning on a warm summer night and the rain on the roof when I close my eyes; I can still hear us laughing on the front porch in the dark. There are days when I know that I've traveled so far that I'll never find the road leading back to the start, still I go home again in my heart still I go home again in my heart in my heart, in my heart