Song Description
Positive song about how the place where you call home can change over time, but the memories and the idea of home are always yours. Acoustic-based down-home feel w/ harmonica licks and acoustic guitar intro.
| Song Length |
3:18 |
Genre |
Country - Rock, Pop - General |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Peaceful, Glad |
Subject |
Home, Change |
| Similar Artists |
Hootie & The Blowfish, Kenny Rogers |
Language |
English |
Lyrics
Across the street there used to be a farm where Steve and I would play
But now there's a brand new neighborhood
And right next door there was a red cart that sold the fruits of this land
But when Mr. Watkins passed, they closed the stand for good
Leaving me with a nostalgic depression
The years never asked for my permission
Tell me what happened to this place that I grew up in
It's getting harder to recognize these roads
Even though the little things are fading away
When I'm in the drive I know that I'm still home
Well I used to walk right into 103 to say hello
But I find it's hard to talk to a machine
And the drag strip on the corner, it's been here for thirty years
But by November it's a place for the elderly
Leaving me with a nostalgic depression
The years never asked for my permission
Tell me what happened to this place that I grew up in
It's getting harder to recognize these roads
Even though the little things are fading away
When I'm in the drive I know that I'm still home
I still walk barefoot down to get the mail
And I know not to take that turn too fast
And I can take you to the sidewalk where I had my first kiss
Oh thank God that there are some things that time can't even have
Tell me what happened to this place that I grew up in
It's getting harder to recognize these roads
Even though the little things are fading away
When I'm in the drive I know that I'm still home
I know that I'm still home
I know that I'm still home
I know that it's still home