What’s the cost to pay the piper?
Every note don’t come for free,
Too busy dancing with the devil,
Now it’s time to pay the fee.
Every good intention laid to waste,
I’ve lost control,
Out to make memories, not burn myself alive,
Fire-breathing caught my eye,
I can’t stop thinking about it until it’s time to cross that line.
Back to the days where we still say grace, and a man’s word’s all he has,
Way down south where they know my name,
Homecoming,
Headed back to the old iron hills, to the heart of Dixieland,
I’ll heal my wounds back in Birmingham.
Keep staring that gift horse in the mouth,
He’s smiling back at me,
For everything I take for granted, there’s one thing left for me.
Back to the days where we still say grace, and a man’s word’s all he has,
Way down south where they know my name,
Homecoming,
Headed back to the old iron hills, to the heart of Dixieland,
I’ll heal my wounds back in Birmingham.
Spent my life chasing my dreams,
Now that I’ve caught them, was it as good as I thought it’d be?
