Home - Amy Speace
Summertime on Old Bay Road
Innocence no where to go
There were fireflies in mid July
Lighting up the northern skies
I'm with the love of my life tonight
I feel at home here
I used to watch you play
From a stool on the bar
Watch where your fingers
Lay on that old guitar
Then I tried to sing to
You a song I wrote
Anything that would move us
Closer to certainty
You left so easy that
I found a home alone
Now I dig down deep enough
To find the place I hide the tears
The photos and the tapes
Have lasted 10 years
Now you live downstairs
Maybe across the street
With your wife and child and
We sometimes meet
In the grocery line the movie aisles
Paying parking fines sometimes on line
On the rainy nights in our different lives
We have our own homes
We have our own homes
