Verse 1 He ran into you downtown By the old feed store one day, Said, “You look like you’ve been driftin’, Dad,” And time just washed the years away. Said you’d been driftin’ for a while, Just needed somewhere new, So he offered you a place out here, Said, “It ain’t much, but it’ll do.” ⸻ Chorus Now you call this place your last stop, Out where the pine trees grew, A ramblin’ man with a notebook hand, Still writin’ down the truth. And I’m learnin’ slow to let it go, All that hurt I once held to, Guess the good Lord brought you home To where the past pulled you. ⸻ Verse 2 You still hum those songs from ’72, And write poems on paper plates, About the ones you loved and lost, And the towns that came too late. You get mixed up in your memories, Call my boy by my name too, But I see the fire still flickerin’ In the heart I got from you. ⸻ Chorus Now you call this place your last stop, Out where the pine trees grew, A ramblin’ man with a notebook hand, Still writin’ down the truth. And I’m learnin’ slow to let it go, All that hurt I once held to, Guess the good Lord brought you home To where the past pulled you. ⸻ Bridge Some nights you sit out by the skinning shed, Talkin’ low to the stars above, And I can tell you’re searchin’ hard For the faces you once loved. I don’t ask for explanations, Some things words can’t undo, I just thank God you found your way To where the past pulled you. ⸻ Final Chorus Now you call this place your last stop, And it’s where you’ll see it through, No more miles, no more goodbye lines, Just the porch and the evening dew. And I’m learnin’ what forgiveness means, In the quiet, honest truth, ‘Cause the good Lord brought you home To where the past pulled you.
