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A Different Kind of World
The old Ford's hum on a road so long
Every mile's a memory, where I don't belong
Left this town with a song in my soul
Never thought I'd lose all my control
The doctor's voice, a whisper of a storm
Shook the ground and left my spirit torn
So I came back home, where the fields are green
To a ghost of a girl I used to be
Now the steeple bell rings on a Sunday mornin'
A sound I haven't heard since I was a girl
It's a lonely kind of hope that keeps me goin'
A faded map to a different kind of world
'Cause I'm trying to find God in the space between
The what-ifs and the what-should've-beens
On this hard ground, where the truth feels real
I'm just praying for a faith I used to feel
Mama's front porch swing, it creaks the same tune
Underneath a pale and worried moon
She says, "Honey, just pray, He'll hear your plea"
But the words catch fire in the long, dark night in me
Used to talk to Him easy, like a trusted friend
Didn't know it was a road that could just end
Now I'm just a whisper in a silent hall
Wondering if He's listening at all
'Cause the steeple bell rings on a Sunday mornin'
A sound I haven't heard since I was a girl
It's a lonely kind of hope that keeps me goin'
A faded map to a different kind of world
"Cause I'm trying to find God in the space between
The what-ifs and the what-should've-beens
On this hard ground, where the truth feels real
I'm just praying for a faith I used to feel
The creek still runs behind the Baptist church
Where I used to sing with a simple purpose
Now I'm down here kicking stones in the stream
Trying to find a piece of a broken dream
Yeah, I'm just trying to find God
In this faded little town
Before the last light goes down
Before the last light goes down
Copyright ©
Jami Patterson
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