Old Apartment

This song was started ten years ago. I thought about how many families and stories can happen over time in the same space and what it would be like to go back, invisible, to walk through the space and remember what happened there. It kind of bothered me as I was working on it. How you can feel completely different about something once you are separated from it—even walking in the same space many years later.

I’m going back to our old apartment

Might even sleep in our old bed

Gonna wake up and look out all the windows

Gonna remember what was in my head

Oh man the sky it sure looks pretty

Looks like the back yard’s over grown

I hear it might rain tonight

Put on my coat and go back home

Funny thing about my memories

Don’t feel the same as they did before

Some things that were funny just aren’t funny

Can’t believe it was me knocking on your door

I’ve been burning bridges lately

Ever since my sister died last spring

And I’ve been looking through the ashes baby

Looking for that precious thing

I want that green grass way back down the river

Some people say I can’t go back and get her

But you know I will be swimming there

So I’ve lost it just a little

In the morning I’ll be fine

Just want to hear you say you remember

Remember when I walked the line

I’ve been burning bridges lately

Some needed burned a long time ago

And I’ve been searching through the ashes baby

Looking for that precious thing

I want that green grass way back down the river

I want that green grass way back there

Some say I can’t, can’t go back and get her

But you know I will be swimming there