Lyric

In a town not far from where I was born

I wandered aimless, tired and torn

Found an old café on a quiet street

They said the chicken fingers there were sweet

It was past eight, the lights were dim

I ordered cola, wings on a whim

An old man brought it, smiled at me

And softly said, “Welcome home, boy… can’t you see?”

For a breath, I froze in time—

That voice, it pulled me across the line

He was the taco man from my hometown fair

The one who always stood right there

“Welcome home, boy,” he said again

And my heart broke, then healed with pain

He found the man I used to be

And set my drifting soul free

I ordered one more cola to share

“For you, old man,” I said with care

Lifted my glass beneath the moon

And whispered softly, “See you soon.”