Time Keeps Writing It’s Own Story Verse 1 They say you can’t go back home, I don’t know if that’s always true. But after more than fifty years, It’s not the place you knew. We carry childhood memories, Like pictures that never grow old. We remember laughter and simpler days, Worth far more than silver or gold. Chorus You can drive those old familiar roads, Stand where you once belonged. But time keeps writing its own story, After you’re long gone. The houses change, the faces fade, The years keep moving on. Sometimes the best place to visit Is the home that’s in your heart. Verse 2 Your old family’s gone, your childhood friends have passed, Their voices are silent now. Everything seems smaller than it did back then, Though you can’t explain just how. The places that once seemed so alive Now whisper yesterday. You realize that home isn’t just a place— It’s the people who slipped away. Bridge Maybe that’s the way God planned it, To let the good times stay. Not trapped inside an old home place, But safely tucked away. He gives us new roads left to travel, New blessings every day. While yesterday becomes a treasure, Tomorrow lights the way. Final Chorus You can go back if your heart says go, There’s nothing wrong with trying. Just don’t expect yesterday to wait, For time never quits moving on. Smile awhile for what you’ve been given, Not only what is gone. For every season has a home of its own, If your heart keeps moving on. Tag They say you can’t go back home… Maybe they’re right. Because home was never just a place. Home was the people… And the love you carry with you.
