These are the lyrics to my favorite song from Megan Burtt, an amazing singer/songwriter I’m proud to call my friend. If you live in the Denver area, catch one of her shows – and tell her I sent you! But in the meantime, you can watch her here:
Unfortunately, I can’t find a recording of this song online. But the lyrics are very appropriate. So I’m posting them anyway.
Packed My Things – Megan Burtt
I’m a daughter of the Plains, the mountains once my home
I’m a portrait of my mother, 30 years ago
My father is a sailor, he taught me all he knows
But I could not stay forever, so I packed my bags to go.
I found myself in Nashville, singing songs for free
And fell hard for a country boy I met at 23
He called me by my middle name and loved my every bone
And asked me to stay forever, so I packed my love to go.
Tried my hand at Jesus, gave Sundays to the Lord
I listened with an open ear, but left weary and unsure
Because heaven’s only got a place for folks who really know
That this life ain’t forever, so I packed my soul to go.
For now I’ll keep on wandering for something I can hold
A man that I can love, or a place to call my own
A cottage on some distant lake, a man with one eye green, one gray
A phrase, a book, a sign of grace, tell me if you find a place that I might feel at home
And that I can stay forever, and I’ll pack my things and go.