My heart is where my home is

I left my heart in deep cobalt lakes and cool summer winds
It grooves to classic hits while cruising down the boulevard
My heart sits between pews and hymnals on early Sunday mornings

I left my heart on grandma's porch filled with laughter on a rainy day
It lives with the smell of sweet peaches baked under fresh, hand pressed dough
My heart belongs in the negative temperatures of the purest winter snow

I left my heart down on the river banks with catfish and blue gills
It burns with coals lighting up the smells of the best back yard barbecue
My heart is at home in Michigan the finest place I know