TS Homestead 2 May 2010

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Setting wheels doin’ 60, onto South 84
Got my back to Boston, where my mother was born,
Must have hit every town, from Holyoke to the Cohasset shore.

Then it’s on to Philly, and another go round,
And the lines keep on coming, but I can’t stop the sound,
Of a six string guitar, and these songs that are running thru my veins.

And some lucky hearts, have learned to settle down,
Mine keeps trying to fly, though I’m tied to the ground,
and the road is like a pirate, that waylays your sails on down.

The shipyards they toil, and the skyscrapers rise,
And the years go in circles, ‘neath these travelers eyes,
And my heart’s getting harder, but sometimes I cry.

And then I remember the trees on that road,
and barrels and blossoms and porch lights, tell me I’m home
Oh and then I remember, that old rocking chair,
and barrels and blossoms and porch lights, tell me I’m there

Heading westbound on 90, there’s a fire on the plains,
Dakota sunset, ‘cross the badlands is fading,
Then it’s on to Seattle, Portland, and down to Santa Cruz.

In the desert the wind, thru the Joshua tree blows,
And the Riley bird sings, and the Sullyberries grow,
And off in the Holy land, the Jordan river flows,

And this voice must have sung, every song unreconciled,
And these fingers tried to dance, every fingerstyle,
And the chords strike the heartlands and go on, for miles and miles,
and miles and miles.

The shipyards they toil, and the skyscrapers rise,
And the years go in circles, ‘neath these travelers eyes,
And my heart’s getting harder, but sometimes I cry. 

And then I remember the trees on that road,
and barrels and blossoms and porch lights, tell me I’m home
And the fog on the beaches, lights on the shore
And barrels and blossoms and porch lights, tell me there’s more.

Barrels and blossoms and porch lights, barrels and blossoms and porch lights
Barrels and blossoms and porch lights, bring me back home