My Hometown

I come from a town that's small
     but bigger than it seems,
It's a town when I was young I thought to leave
     to chase my dreams.
In my youth I gravely desired
     from this small town to get away,
And when at last the chance did glance
     I quickly left that day.
But in my later years I often find myself
     thinking back,
And it's not long until I'm in car and
     on the road trekking back.
I drive down Main, and turn right on 4th,
     then circle back to First,
I pass through the light and no time at all
     I'm at my former church.
I sadly smile as I remember all the good times
     within I had,
It was a place that I could run to
     when my life was breaking bad.
I keep going on Oak and turn left on 5th,
     and head right back to Main,
I keep going straight through the light
     and draw closer to the lake.
I take a moment, I park and sit,
     and write this little rhyme,
To reminisce about my time spent
     in this small town life.
Bartlesville is where I live but
     it can never replace my home,
And as I leave I slow down and say goodbye
     to my home of ol' Bristow.