His daddy said, "boy he was hell on wheels"
His mama said, "always had his mind in the corn fields"
His brothers said, "his heart was a raging wind"
That's what they said when I was dead
I'd look at life like it was a winding road
Never took the time to watch the seeds I'd sewn grow
Looking for the next place to go
A place to call home
And is it too late for me to look where I've been and see
The places I've gone and the people I've left alone
Are stuck in the dust behind me, in places called home
His sister said, "I just want what's best for you"
We never made amends before my life was through
I wish I had, with her and mom and dad
I wish I had
And is it too late for me to look where I've been and see
The places I've gone and the people I've left alone
Are stuck in the dust behind me, in places called home