The House That Built Me by Miranda Lambert

I heard this song for the first time the other day and it brought tears to my eyes. Why is it we feel 'like ourselves' in our childhood home? You could walk in and navigate the whole building with your eyes closed. You know exactly when to duck under a low board in the stairwell. Your growling stomach directs you to the fridge without brain involvement. The air outside even smells the same and you're even used to which direction to expect the wind. You can visualize the hay bails in the back 40, Ma cooking in the kitchen, or where your cat had its kittens. You can remember where you fell the first time Dad took off your training wheels. Or the helicopter tree you used to climb.Hmmm...

I know they say you can't go home again.
I just had to come back one last time.
Ma'am I know you don't know me from Adam.
But these hand prints on the front steps are mine.
And up those stairs, in that little back bedroom
is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar.
And I bet you didn't know under that live oak
my favorite dog is buried in the yard.

Mama cut out pictures of houses for years.
From "Better Homes and Garden" magazines.
Plans were drawn, concrete poured,
and nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama's dream.

You leave home, you move on and you do the best you can.
I got lost in this whole world and forgot who I am.

Chorus:
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here its like I'm someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself
if I could just come in I swear I'll leave.
Won't take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me.