Guardians Of Atlanta 5
(Home Is Where The Heart Remains)

Fast Forward on through time
To several years later,
Cyrus was in college at UGA
And celebration was in the air.
The night before the last day of school,
Cyrus had a party invite.
She would meet her friend Cindy at a club called Top Dawg
And they would party into the night.
Cyrus didn’t do clubs very often,
But Cindy had been close to her,
At least in recent weeks.
But she still wasn’t quite sure.
Regardless, she got dressed to the nines,
And put on her best leather boots.
And as she walked into that club called Top Dawg,
She felt her senses uproot.

The music was so very loud,
Her heart muscles struggled to beat.
She couldn’t see Cindy anywhere,
The darkness was so complete.
Then as her ears adjusted to the sounds,
She heard a million cuss words.
She quickly decided that this place,
Was simply for the birds.
A drunken man grabbed her by the arm,
and said to her: “Let’s dance!”
Cyrus angrily wrenched her arm away,
And the man fell in a drunken trance.

She left Top Dawg as quickly as she came,
And a tear rolled down her cheek.
The feeling that she had of being misplaced
Had finally reached it’s peak.
The hope of Summer hovered over her,
And the thought of returning home.
To a place, where she was understood.
Where she’d never be alone.

Fast forward about twelve hours later,
Cyrus was in class, zoning out with a blank stare.
Summer break just a few minutes away,
She stared at that clock for what seemed like days.
And even in that crazy little town of Athens,
The pressure was too much on a girl who raised chickens, horses, cows, and crops.
That bell rang, and there were no more stops.

The quicker she’d get there, the quicker she’d be,
Back among the pine, creeks, and peachtrees.
No matter what happened, no matter what changed,
One thing never did. ‘Cause home is where the heart remains.

And as she went home she saw her world a’changin.
Every time she stepped out, construction was a blazin’.
It was amazing! All the shops and malls
and offices and streets. Cyrus: “Man, they got gall!”
Cyrus thought every time her mind would drift
when the winds of progress would shift.
they’d leave a bigger mess than ever before
the South been slowly dyin’ since the Civil War.

The quicker she’d get there, the quicker she’d be,
back among the pine, creeks, and peachtrees.
No matter what happened, no matter what changed,
one thing never did. ‘Cause home is where the heart remains.

And Even though the borders of the Jones’s home
were surrounded by the aforementioned stores and chrome,
their 20 acres of land were glorious.
Cyrus ran inside feeling victorious.
The minute she opened the door to her home
she knew that she was no longer alone.
All of everything she felt had melted away
in the arms of her parents, tonight she’d stay.

Country roads, take her home
To a place where she belongs.
Alpharetta; that’s her hometown.
Take her home, country roads.

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