The Call
Michael L Prather
I've been a singer in a band
I've been too long on this road
traveled all across this land
given away pieces of my soul
and when that Southern wind starts to blow
I can feel a call coming out to me
It's the yearning for my old home
and it keeps pulling, pulling, pulling at me to go
I love the magic of the music
it goes with the beat of my heart
but my body is getting weary
I don't have the fire I had at the start
and when that Southern wind starts to blow
I can feel a call coming out to me
It's the yearning for my old home
and it keeps pulling, pulling, pulling at me to go
I tried for a dream but didn't find it
but everyday it seemed so close
It would be so hard to leave behind me
the rythm of the life I've chose
and when that Southern wind starts to blow
I can feel a call coming out to me
It's the yearning for my old home
and it keeps pulling, pulling, pulling at me to go
