Written by Marty Stuart
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Sometimes the only thing to do is turn around and go back home
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When every way there is to turn has vanished and is gone
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I've used up every trick that I had hidden up my sleeve
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Think it's time I reconcile with what I had to leave
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In a little country graveyard, in the middle of the night
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I'm kneeling by the memory of the one who gave me life
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She always knew me better than I'll ever know myself
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I keep hearing her and Jesus say "Surrender son and rest"
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Redemption, like the moon tonight, hangs pretty, soft and low
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And how it's been up until now don't matter anymore
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In the middle of this darkness, I see a light that shines
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Like a beacon of forgiveness saying "Pilgrim, all is fine"
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There's one more journey left for me, that's all that's left to do
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And in the dirt he wrote a simple note that said, "momma I love you"
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Redemption
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| Stuart Marty |
