I hear sounds above
The shuffling of my feet
As I make my way down
This strange, familiar street
The holy sound of families
Their dinners on the wind
Will I ever be able
To sit at that table again?
I did not want to be here
Where the future is in store
But my name is on the mailbox
And my key fits in the door
Living in this present tense
Is the best that I can do
It's clear that I am supposed to be here...
Here on Bright Avenue
Hope that hides in darkness
Healing under pain
Roses asleep in the winter
But the spring will come again
This time is set in motion
By design and by my due
It's one foot in front of the other
Here on Bright Avenue
Questions with no answers
And the distance in between
All my wishful thinking
And the fool that I have been
I cannot reinvent myself
To suit everybody's view
But I can see there are plans for me here...
Here on Bright Avenue
If those who sow in tears
Will reap in joy somehow
Then surely I am watering
My fields of future now
My feet will walk a golden street
And when all is said and done
I will be found on holy ground
As a good and faithful son
Walking toward a promise
That frees this convict heart
The Lord will never lose me
And He can finish what he starts
And when I least expect it
I believe these things are true
It's as if to say
I am on my way from here...
Here on Bright Avenue
