Story Behind The Song
Singer is nostalgic, remembering the old days and wanting to return to "home."
| Song Length |
4:39 |
Genre |
Rock - Americana, Blues - Country |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Peaceful |
Subject |
Home, Age, Aging |
| Similar Artists |
Lucinda Williams, Norah Jones |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
It's a beautiful morning in New Orleans
The kind when you leave your door open
And you sit in the breeze, listening to the birds sing
You can't ask for a better morning city scene
But it's nothing like the old days
Nothing like that porch and a tin roof in the rain
Nothing like hearing you call my name
As I'd come run run run run run run runnin' home
I miss the waterfall, the creeks and trees
I miss the friends and cousins who played with me
Yeah you could say I'm waiting here for something
'Cause I got my thumb in the air and my heart on my sleeve as I sing
Well, I'm trying to get back home where I started from
Trying to get back home where I started from
Trying to get back home where I started
Oh, I'm trying to get back home where I started from
Trying to get back home where I started from
Trying to get back get back home
Some may say I'm wasting time
Time is a wasteland, it's true
And I'd agree, this month is most cruel
For it's always go go go go go go go go
But when we're walking down that parish road
Past the cemeteries and the great unknown
Oh you will know, and I'll know that
It's good to be home
Well, I'm trying to get back home where I started from
Trying to get back home where I started from
Trying to get back home where I started
Oh, I'm trying to get back home where I started from
Trying to get back home where I started from
Trying to get back get back home