4/25/2009

Blackbird Creek

Filed under: — joe @ 12:56 pm

Words and music by Joe

I remember all the summers that we wasted away down at Blackbird Creek
We would wade into its waters almost every day to let it flow across our feet
All the stories that we told as we were growing old
They still echo somewhere inside my head, reminders of Blackbird Creek

You can find my name carved into an old oak’s bough where it’s hard for prying eyes to see
It’s with the name of a girl that I thought I truly loved but I guess she never loved me
I heard she moved away but where, they couldn’t say
Well, I hope she’s fine and happy now far away from Blackbird Creek

I was home for a few days back in late July, it’d been so long since I’d seen my family
Still, I found myself wandering alone across the fields that led to where we used to meet
Regret filled the summer air like ghosts who whisper in your ear
God, I should’ve kissed her beneath those burning stars…
Now there’s no going back to Blackbird Creek
Now there’s no going back to Blackbird Creek
Now there’s no going back to Blackbird Creek
No, there’s no going back to Blackbird Creek

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