Written by chris molitor
It's been ten months since I've walked those wooded acres that
I've always known as home.
The coast has kept me all to herself but it is time to break her spell.
Feels like rivers have flooded from my eyes as I've changed into a better man.
I look up to the stars and know it's time to head back East, all the way back to Michigan.
Oh, it’ll do my heart some good!
The Forest I grew up in has waved goodbye many times, but he
welcomes me home...again...
Oooh…It’ll do my heart some good…