Feet Back on the Ground - Brett Kissel

I drop by to check on momma

For a minute

I could hear her hummin'

Through the screen door in the kitchen

She was puttin' the final touches on a

Homemade apple pie

And just like always, I was

Right on time

A little game of guess who

And I got a hug and «How is my baby?»

I said

You know me momma, I’ve been hittin' it hard

And runnin' like crazy

But I don’t wanna bore you with that

Same old nothin’s new

I’d rather just pull up this chair and get

Caught up on you

Ain’t it funny how it all comes back around?

I remember when I couldn’t wait

To get out of her hair and ditch this town

I was 18, time to move on

Now it’s any reason to come back home

That’s what it’s all about

Yeah, just slowin' down

And get my feet back on the ground

That minute turned into an hour

Before I knew it

I got my fill on pie and how everbody’s doin'

I used to look for every reason in the world

To hit that door, and she said

You want another cup of coffee, and I said

Yeah I’ll have one more

Ain’t it funny how it all comes back around?

I remember when I couldn’t wait

To get out of her hair and ditch this town

I was 18, time to move on

Now it’s any reason to come back home

That’s what it’s all about

Yeah, just slowin' down

And get my feet back on the ground

Ain’t it funny how it all comes back around?

I remember when I couldn’t wait

To get out of her hair and ditch this town

Now I, can’t go too many days without

Checkin' in, just touchin' base

That’s what it’s all about

Yeah, just slowin' down

I drop by to check on momma

For a minute