Green Road

It's a feeling you can't get it anywhere but home

Like a locked and loaded heart shinin in the sun

Hold on to it, echoes in the firelight

And remember later on walking thru your life

And although we all fly far from what we're told

Every path we've ever known

Leads to a house on the hill in the woods at the end of Greene Road

Summer morning I can hear the chickadee song

And the breezes in the trees a little after dawn

Into autumn the old oak trees were all painted right

And the smell of maple goodness steaming in the night