Clover Street

 

As I get to thinking back 
You know, we grew up by the railroad tracks 
And now I like all them old train songs 
After walking those tracks for so damn long 

Well I don’t get back there much 
Most of us have fallen out of touch 
And it’s often hard to make any sense 
Speaking of those days now in the past tense 

Never fell off any cliffs in the rye 
Amidst the fields where the crows would fly 
Where we filled Mason jars with fireflies 
While running alongside those ghosts of the mines 

And back there on Clover Street 
Where the Shamrock Hotel and the railroad meet 
Shadows still throw rocks and climb those trees 
Throughout a never-ending game of “Home Free“ 

Never fell off any cliffs in the rye 
Amidst the fields where the geese would fly 
Where we filled Mason jars with fireflies 
While running alongside those ghosts of the mines 

Walking my lab through pastures of hay 
Pop working on cars in the alleyway 
Forts and fires and our lines in the stream 
Baseball in the parking lot with the same ol’ teams 

Well, never fell off any cliffs in the rye 
Amidst the fields where the crows would fly 
Where we filled Mason jars with fireflies 
While running alongside those ghosts of the mines 

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