Namesake

Well I guess you thought I might have been in exile
The son you last saw leaving the station
But tomorrow I’ll be coming home to Memphis
And will you look your namesake in the eye?
I wonder
Is there something about my hair you don’t remember?
Or have I changed beyond all recognition?
Well look at what the wind blew into Memphis
Now will you look your namesake in the eye
This time around?
Who can forget a sinner like me?
He who will not face his own reflection
Unfold your praying hands old man
Awake from your sleep
Behold the dead are raised in resurrection
Words and Music by Jeremiah Lloyd Harmon
Well I guess you might have thought I’d be too far gone by now
But here I am as close as your own shadow
The truth is that I’ve always stood beside you
And I always will
Well somebody said today’s your celebration
And who would I be not to wear a smile
So here’s to every road that leads to Memphis
Now will you look your namesake in the eye?
Will you look your namesake in the eye?
Oh will you look your namesake in the eye?
I wonder
Who can forget a sinner like me?
He who will not face his own reflection
Unfold your praying hands old man
Awake from your sleep
Behold the dead are raised in resurrection