You Can't Go Home Again (Flies On the Butter)

Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter A hole in the screen door big as your fist And flies on the butter Mama baking sugar cookies, we were watching cartoons Heard her holler from the kitchen "Which one of you youngens wants to lick the spoon?" Yellow jackets on the watermelon, honeysuckle in the air Daddy turning on the sprinkler Us kids running through it in our underwear Old dog napping on the front porch, his ear just a twitching Fall asleep on granddaddy's lap To the sound of his pocket watch ticking Oh, oh, it doesn't feel like it was all that long ago Oh, oh, you can dream about it every now and then But you can't go home again Me and my best friend Vickie, set up a backyard camp Stole one of mama's mason jars Poked holes in the lid and made a firefly lamp Me and Jimmy Monroe, sneaking down by the river I'm still haunted by the taste of a kiss I didn't get 'Cause he was too chicken liver Oh, oh, it doesn't feel like it was all that long ago Oh, oh, you can dream about it every now and then But you can't go home again There's a blacktop road, a faded yellow centerline And it can take you back to the place But it can't take you back in time Oh, oh, it doesn't feel like it was all that long ago Oh, oh, you can dream about it every now and then But you can't go home again Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter A hole in the screen door big as your fist And flies on the butter