Story Behind The Song
Wrote this for my mother's birthday when she was going to her childhood birthplace
Song Description
A birthday gift to my mom, trying to capture all of the bad & good that is nostalgia of visiting your childhood home. Also plenty of Minnesota name checks.
| Song Length |
2:54 |
Genre |
Pop - Lullaby, Pop - Easy Listening |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Peaceful, Serene |
Subject |
Home, History, Past |
| Similar Artists |
Randy Newman, Ben Folds |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
You find yourself on a plane to Minnesota
To take a trip back there to look for your old home
It's less a pilgrimage than seeing what you used to know
Just like looking through a box of older photos
4393 Wood Dale Lane
Why can't things ever be the same?
You see the sign that marks the turnoff for Edina
No expectations of what you're trying to find there
No GPS, no map, you're kind of driving blind
After all those years it's funny how your mind knows
4393 Wood Dale Lane
How can it be so different yet still remain the same?
Where you have been
Is lost to back then
Despite what's written
Go home you can ... again
By the wooded creek there now is a convenience store
Your street got sidewalks twenty five years after the big war
They put a balcony in back up on the second floor
You're nervous when you ring the bell at your old front door
...
Head up past Brooklyn Park and drive up to the north of state
Get one last look and wet your feet again in Whitefish Lake
Part reminiscing and partly to commemorate
Your younger self you now are able to appreciate
4393 Wood Dale Lane
Why can't things ever be the same?