Home Again

I learned some of my favorite songs Under the Milky Way Sitting around a campfire Charlie on the MTA I picked up my sister's guitar I learned how to play It wasn't long before Larry and Tom Booked our band for pay In the junkyard we pulled the parts To build a PA of our own Someone's Dad had an amplifier Someone found an old microphone We carried it all behind our bikes In the wagons we'd outgrown Learned Summertime Blues, Iron Butterfly And the Rolling Stones At the American Legion Hall There was a bandstand with lights Boys, it felt like a dream to play Music on a Saturday night Standing up there for real Feel what it's like Those nights with my friends, they play in my head Like an old black and white Now I'm crowding sixty two, boys Still holding a guitar Maybe I'm a fool, boys Chase it this far There's a beat to this life There's a beat to this heart Singing right to the end, every song that I can Til the bandstand goes dark That song about Charlie, they say He never returned again It occurs to me Maybe I'm a little like him I jumped on the train And all the places I've been No matter how far I go, it's the ones I love so That bring me home again