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
