The Place Where I Get My Mail - Sally Klein O'Connor

ALBUM - You'll Paint a Sunset Someday

The Place Where
I Get My Mail

Published by Dusty Records, BMI
Words: Michael O'Connor
Music: Sally Klein O'Connor

©Copyright 1998 Improbable People Ministries

Pulling in the driveway
After five months on the road
The porch light flickers dimly
The yard has not been mowed

There's not too many places
Where this family hasn't been
It won't be very long until
The highway calls again

Opening the door I notice
Nothing much has changed
The suitcases are heavy
Unpacking them is strange

I should be grateful I don't have to
Sing another song
But I can't shake this feeling
I'm not where I belong

Why does it seem, seeing new fields to plow
I ought to be harvesting soon
Why do I feel like a fairy tale cow
Who longs to jump over the moon
Why do I rage like a storm in a cage
While my heart is proposing we sail
'Cause home isn't home isn't home anymore
Just the place where I get my mail

I was drowning in the safety
Of my couch and my TV
There was no channel showing
What You had for me to see

I heard You calling out
I tried to close my ears
I didn't want my comfort
To become Your souvenir

But You gave me this wanderlust
To strike out and explore
You placed in me a purpose
And then showed me the door

Though walking 'cross that threshold
Is the hardest thing I've done
I took the first step anyway
To see what You'd begun

We're wanderers and sojourners
On distant foreign shores
We're citizens of a land that
We have never seen before
And though I long to settle there
When I get over tired
I know the miles are many
’til my passport has expired

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