From the recording It Wasn't About the Money
Lyrics
I walked here alone, I found my own way
Carried my burden through the crooked and straight
I have come to the garden and stepped through the stream
That none can cross ore but me
Chorus
So don't make me wait, to go to my father's house
There's a light on the porch and it's cold out
If I wait to go to my father's house
I don't know when I'll make it home.
I have my counted my battles to measure my war
Dreaming of a mansion with fireproof floors
I have come to the river to dip my head and shiver
And knelt at the end of the day
In the end I'll look back on the days I was travelling alone,
travelling alone
Chorus
So don't make me wait, to go to my father's house
There's a light on the porch and it's cold out
If I wait to go to my father's house
I don't know when I'll make it home.