Left turn, right, where are you taking me?
Straight for a mile, then feel… familiarity
Down that street - can you see it now?
There’s the house, it looks the same somehow
Neighborhood where I played long summer days
Childhood memories reflected in my gaze
In the yard, a tree planted by my dad and I
Hard to believe, now it fills the sky
But that’s why I drive by
Old familiar lanes where I used to fly
Down the sidewalk on my bike
Doing stuff I like
All the stuff I used to like
A boy’s imagination and boyhood fears
How did I get where I am from here?
I drive by, then stop to play with ghosts
And think about the stuff I miss the most
I remember thinking no matter what I did
I would never forget how it felt to be a kid
I just wish that I could get out and play
But I put the car in drive and then I drive away
Is my childhood calling out to me somehow?
Saying it will meet me in the here and now
At this intersection of time and space
To show me how it felt when I was home
In this place