The only ground I ever owned was sticking to my shoes
Now I look at my front porch and this panoramic view
I can sit and watch the fields fill up
With rays of glowing sun
Or watch the moon lay on the fences
Like that's where it was hung

I love coming home. I didn't used to, when it was just coming home to an empty townhouse, with just my bugs for company. It was lonely, quiet and not often happy.

But then I married Catherine. I adopted seven-year-old Lindsey Willows as my own. And I had someone to come home to.

My blessings are in front of me
It's not about the land
I'll never beat the view
From my front porch looking in

We bought a house together on the outskirts of Vegas. Away from bright lights, call girls and gambling. A place to raise a family together.

There's a carrot top who can barely walk
With a sippy cup of milk
A little blue eyed blonde with shoes on wrong
'Cause she likes to dress herself
And the most beautiful girl holding both of them
And the view I love the most
Is my front porch looking in

And we do have a family. As well as Lindsey, we have another beautiful little girl, just 18 months old who looks so much like her mother, with her strawberry blonde hair. And I know that when I come home today, Cath will be there with them.

I've traveled here and everywhere
Following my job
I've seen the paintings from the air
Brushed by the hand of God
The mountains and the canyons reach from sea to shining sea
But I can't wait to get back home
To the one he made for me
It's anywhere I'll ever go and everywhere I've been
Nothing takes my breath away
Like my front porch looking in

I didn't like having to go away from my family to Seattle. But off I went, the dutiful CSI, to give a seminar. I missed them all like crazy. But now I'm home. Home to my family.

There's a carrot top who can barely walk
With a sippy cup of milk
A little blue eyed blonde with shoes on wrong
'Cause she likes to dress herself
And the most beautiful girl holding both of them
Yeah the view I love the most
Is my front porch looking in

The cry of "Daddy's home!" fills my heart with love. I step out of the car, shutting it and watch the front porch.

I see what beautiful is about
When I'm looking in
Not when I'm looking out
There's a carrot top who can barely walk
With a sippy cup of milk
A little blue eyed blonde with shoes on wrong
'Cause she likes to dress herself
And the most beautiful girl holding both of them
Yeah the view I love the most

Lindsey flies out the door and into my arms, almost tripping over. I notice her shoes are on wrong, in her haste to greet me.

"You're home!" she cries, flinging her arms around me.

"Hi, Lindsey," I smile, hugging her close.

I look up and smile broadly. Catherine is standing in the doorway holding hands with our little strawberry blonde daughter, whose got a grin from ear to ear and one of those sippy cups dangling out of her hand.

I walk over and kiss my daughter on the forehead, telling her how much Daddy missed her.

And then I look at her. The woman I love more than life itself and who changed my life for the better.

"I'm back," I whisper.

She holds her arms open and I walk into them, hugging her to me.

"Welcome home," she murmurs, and her lips claim mine.

Oh, the view I love the most
Is my front porch looking in
Yeah
Oh, there's a carrot top who can barely walk
(From my front porch looking in)
A little blue eyed blonde with shoes on wrong, yeah
And the most beautiful girl
(Beautiful girl
From my front porch looking in)
Holding both of them

FINIS