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You can live only a few miles from where you were born, but can still never quite get back to where you really were.
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Lyrics
home in green
third from the top of the hill
Tennis shoes sway
while stray dogs bay
at a distant canine thrill
home in green
seven hundred due by the third
We'd pack up today
and move far away
If they only gave us the word
But I'd miss this place so bad
The only home I ever had
The blue sky's more like brown
But I never want to leave this town
Home in green
It sure could use some repair
The carpets are worn
the curtains are torn
and the walls are always drowsy and bare
Home in green
Has got a lot of stories to tell
I'm hearing the walls
and reading the halls
and falling down the memory well
And I miss those times so bad
The rarest(dearest?) times I ever had
the memories play and play
and I hope they never fade away
Been away for a long time
The faces have changed
Streets are renamed
some have remained
But not me
I am just passing through
to see if the lines on my face match the cracks in the pavement
am I on the right street? I must be, but all that I see is a space...
Parking for 200 cars
But I'd miss this place so bad
The only home I ever had
The blue sky's more like brown
But I never want to leave this town
And I miss those times so bad
The rarest(dearest?) times I ever had
the memories play and play
and I hope they never fade away
I am just passing through...
third from the top of the hill
Tennis shoes sway
while stray dogs bay
at a distant canine thrill
home in green
seven hundred due by the third
We'd pack up today
and move far away
If they only gave us the word
But I'd miss this place so bad
The only home I ever had
The blue sky's more like brown
But I never want to leave this town
Home in green
It sure could use some repair
The carpets are worn
the curtains are torn
and the walls are always drowsy and bare
Home in green
Has got a lot of stories to tell
I'm hearing the walls
and reading the halls
and falling down the memory well
And I miss those times so bad
The rarest(dearest?) times I ever had
the memories play and play
and I hope they never fade away
Been away for a long time
The faces have changed
Streets are renamed
some have remained
But not me
I am just passing through
to see if the lines on my face match the cracks in the pavement
am I on the right street? I must be, but all that I see is a space...
Parking for 200 cars
But I'd miss this place so bad
The only home I ever had
The blue sky's more like brown
But I never want to leave this town
And I miss those times so bad
The rarest(dearest?) times I ever had
the memories play and play
and I hope they never fade away
I am just passing through...

















Char
Inventive and evocative lyrics, nicely sung. Good song. Thanks.