feelin' homesick for everywhere

all it takes is a word and you remember it all...

i miss them mountains, lord i miss them. everywhere you look, there'd be mountains, north, south, east, west.
they greeted me every morning out my window, and at night after work, i'd climb up the hill after dinner and watch the sun set over 'em.

i miss the two trees at lithia park that i used to sleep between curled up in pine needles just out of sight, filling up on tree energy,
i miss the sound of the creek running under the bridge,
i miss stealing apples and pears and plums offa other folk's trees,
pickin' grapes offa grapevines, and picking flowers by the train tracks.

then i get to missing other places too. the outer banks, the rusty trainbridges on the elizabeth river, being out on the bay at night in a boat watching the lights from far far off, and walking on the beach alone after the storms roll through

in memphis, it's the people i miss most. we lived hard but we played harder. lost dancing in the darkness following the bridges to nowhere, finding our own treasures in the aftermath.

i know i can't go back...those worlds no longer exist in the same way they once did. i'd be makin' too much out of it thinkin' i could ever have that back.
but i can't help missing them either.

and so it goes...