Hawkeye Road

the wars looked like they were over
everybody seemed to have a job
my old man put us down in the high clover
three bedrooms on a quarter-acre lot
and we were Daniel Boone and Davy Crockett
Fort Apache in the orchard 'cross the street
out all day zoomin' 'round like rocket ships
my mama'd only call us in to eat

and they say that you can never go home again
if you do there won't be anybody there
I can still hear the choir in the church where we went
I can still smell summer in the air
on Hawkeye Road

and I found out just what I wanted
it was nineteen fifty-nine
I knew just what I was going to be
playing felt like flying, without even trying
and it still feels just like flying to me
got a real Lowrey organ on one of my birthdays
my father must've robbed a bank to pay for that
they let us set it up in the living room and play and play and play
they never got that living room back

and they say that you can never go home again
and if you do there won't be anybody there
I can still hear the choir in the church where we went
I can still smell summer in the air
and that house is still standing where it used to be
but Fort Apache hasn't been there in a while
there's a highway running through the walnut trees
and the traffic seems to go on for miles
on Hawkeye Road