Текст песни HOME

Summertime on Old Bay Road Innocence, no where to go There were fireflies in mid July Lighting up the northern skies I'm with the love of my life, and I I feel at home here I used to watch you play from a stool on the bar Watch where your fingers lay on that old guitar Then I tried to sing to you a song I wrote Anything that would move us closer to certainty You left so easy that I found a home alone Now I dig down deep enough to find the place I hide the tears The photos and the tapes have lasted 10 years Now you live downstairs, maybe across the street With your wife and child and we sometimes meet In the grocery line, the movie aisles, paying parking fines, sometimes on line On rainy nights in our different lives We have our own homes We have our own homes