"Make Yourself at Home"

We would run through the woods to the silos
Empty of grain we’d just crawl on in
To scream and shout and laugh at the sound of the echoes
Didn’t even know that wasn’t what they were for back then

And we’d sit and hang our feet from the edge of a wooden bridge
That creaked, groaned and sagged when a truck passed us by
Well, if that bridge still stands I call it a miracle
Will it still be there when I open my eyes?

In the fields of the autumn leaves
To the gardens of stone
You’ve got to make yourself at home

Rollercoaster rides on the back roads we’d go
Pickin’ up pecans and puttin’ ‘em in a sack
That we sold for a quarter for five to an old man
Who smiled and waved as we left, hollerin’ “Hurry on back!”

Hear the wind blow through the maple trees, son,
Leave that memory alone
And try to make yourself at home

Singing “In the Garden” at the early morning service
With the other kids, dressed in our Sunday best
All our parents in the congregation listening
If you could have seen their smiles
You’d know how we were blessed

A lot of years have passed by since I last saw you
A lot of work, a lot of pain, but a whole lot of smiles
Boy, ain’t it funny what time can do to you
So let’s stop the clock and go back for a while

To the fields of the autumn leaves
Leave these gardens of stone
And try to make ourselves a home
We’ve got to make ourselves at home