There’s No Place Like Home

Posted on Dec 23, 2014

To catch a flight of fancy beneath a consequential sky

And blend into the landscape of the heartland countryside

Some old couple’s on their front porch sipping lemonade

She rolls down the window to return a friendly wave

And we keep rolling on…

Tomorrow we’ll be drifting through the Appalachian mist

By nightfall we’ll be having supper with my cousins and their kids

Henry knows these mountains, says “if you come here seeking peace…

Don’t hold back the river, let it flow, just let it be…”

And it keeps rolling on…

They say “there’s no place like home.”

They say that everywhere I go.

We followed that Old Post Road up the rocky coast of Maine,

Captain Mac’s gonna take his lobster boat out into Frenchman’s Bay.

We’ll be eating good tonight, at that house tucked in the woods.

She tells me, “Maybe we could stay here.”

I tell her, “Baby, I wish we could.”

And, we keep rolling on…

With the sunlight spraying diamonds, we ferry across Champlain,

By the time we got to Spencerport

Tears were streaming down her face.

She ran into her mother’s arms, just like a little kid

Sometimes we go out of our way for a moment just like this.

They say “there’s no place like home”.

They say this everywhere we go.

In a dream state she retraces all the places left behind.

She’d asked if I would wake her when we cross the Texas line.

So, I gently pressed her hand, she began to stir

I said, “We’re almost home.”

She said, “I always thought we were.”

To catch a flight of fancy beneath a consequential sky

and blend into the landscape of the heartland countryside

Some old couple’s on the front porch sipping lemonade

Waving at young lovers as the years just roll away.

They roll away.

And we keep rolling on….rolling home.

There’s no place like home.