Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Verchin
Vocals
Eric L'Esperance
Bass
Mary Casiello
Piano
Dann Russo
Acoustic Guitar
Kari Paisley-Flango
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay Verchin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eric L'Esperance
Producer
Joshua Girouard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
In the old green house on Main Street
So many people I love still live here
Their ghosts mimic the ways in which
They'd pace along the floors
There's still glitter from summers
And salt from the winters hidden in the cracks
So how could I ever leave?
In a world full of digital billboards
And things I'll never afford to do
All the colors of my youth are fleeting
Trapped behind the rearview, the rearview
Am I just one of the ants, oh the multicolored ants
That trudge along in the wrong direction?
Away from the hill and away from their homes
The home I've grown to love, the home I've built
The only home I've ever known
In the old green house on Main Street
I've learned to brave the cold
How to love, how to fly
How to sing, how to hold
But it's time for me to go
And with growing pains, and summer rain
The wisdom I've gained doesn't wash away
Oh wash away
All my fire is here to stay
Oh here to stay
In a world full of running in circles and fighting the power
I can never lose all my youthful colors
I watch in the rearview as I paint away
All my lessons in stride
But there is so much more that I don't know
Like an ant that trudges in the wrong direction
Away from the hill and away from their homes
The home I've grown to love, the home I've built
The green house I've come to know
I've got skin on the sidewalk from the perils of June
And papers on lampposts that watched over me like the moon
I thought I was temporary, now I have roots
And if I nurture my history, then I'll surely bloom
Written by: Jay Lee Verchin

