Walk Her Home

As I said in my previous post, today is my first day of “life on the road”. I have already told my wife a half dozen times that “I’m gonna have to get used to this”. I also said that in a way, I hope I never “get used to this”. I don’t want to lose the pangs of leaving my family because life on the road is better, easier, or more fun. Her response is just another reason why I love her…”don’t worry, I won’t let ya!”. God sure knew what he was doing when me gave me this woman.

As I was cruising down the road, listening to my (recently re-activated) XM Radio, I heard a new song by Mark Shultz. Perfect timing. I like Mark Shultz, but a lot of his songs sound exactly the same. Regardless of my thoughts or reviews, the words to this one are so pure and rich. Since I’m on the road, I can’t download it, and post it. We will have to settle for the words. It’s a nice reminder and message for Valentines Day. May I never forget to “Walk her Home”

Mark Schultz – Walk Her Home
From the album Walk Her Home

Looking back
He sees it all
It was her first date the night he came to callHer dad said son
Have her home on time
And promise me you’ll never leave her side

The way she laughed, the dress she wore
He’d never felt like this before

Chours:
He was walking her home
And holding her hand
Oh the way she smiled it stole the breath right out of him
Down that old road
With the stars up above
He remembers where he was the night he fell in love
He was walking her home

Ten more years and a waiting room
At half past one
And the doctor said come in and meet your son

His knees went weak
When he saw his wife
She was smiling as she said he’s got your eyes

And as she slept he held her tight
His mind went back to that first night

Chours:

Bridge:
He walked her through the best days of her life
Sixty years together and he never left her side

A nursing home
At eighty-five
And the doctor said it could be her last night

And the nurse said Oh
Should we tell him now
Or should he wait until the morning to find out

But when they checked her room that night
He was laying by her side

Chours:

He was walking her home
And holding her hand
Oh the way she smiled when he said “this is not the end”

Just for awhile,

They were 18
She was still more beautiful to him then anything

He was walking her home

Looking back
He sees it all
It was her first date the night he came to call