Driving round in my old hometown
Felt a familiar pull
To turn down a street I know
By a house so memorable
Thomas Ave. still looks the same
But in some ways it’s not
The trees all grown so tall
Long ago visions I almost forgot
Maybe a few neighbors still live here
And some like us had to move on
But Thomas Ave. in Scituate, Massachusetts
The street that I grew up on
Just a short walk to the end of the street
The ball park where I played baseball
It’s where I spent my younger days
Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall
And at the time I didn’t think
That house was so special
But what I wouldn’t give today
Just to cross that back door threshold
Dad I know
You didn’t want to be so mean
And Mom I know
What you said is not what you mean
So now I see our old house
All remodeled, but I still see
The house we lived in
Like a rock, there in my memory
You can take the boy away
Take him away from that street
But not the street from the boy
A hometown boy he’ll always be
Driving away I know
There’s a memory I’ll always have
Many days of my youth
Living on Thomas Ave.
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