Stompin' Ground

Stompin’ Ground Pulling into the driveway, it’s evening Three months of summer ahead I’m eager to catch up on all that I’ve missed And sleep in my own bed again But as soon as I settle back in Boots untied, suitcase unpacked The sense of security starts slipping away And soon it’ll hurt to be back There goes Ms. Mattison Driving up Woodberry Lane But I’d be surprised if she even remembers my name Hell, I hardly recognize myself anymore With the weight of 21 years dragging me down There was a time I was king, this phone used to ring Now it won’t make a sound I’m a stranger on my old stompin’ ground The set’s still the same from my window Rooftops and high evergreens The basketball hoop hanging right where it was But my part’s been cut from the scene And the friends that were so close in high school Don’t keep in touch like they swore Some got ahead, some went off the deep end Some ain’t around anymore And the street where the guys used to roam Now seems foreign to me There’s a chain restaurant where a hole in the wall used to be Hell, I hardly recognize myself anymore With the weight of 21 years dragging me down There was a time I was king, this town on a string Now it’s spinning me around I’m a stranger on my old stompin’ ground I was a bird on the wing, a song left to sing Now I can’t make a sound I’m a stranger, just a stranger now I’m a stranger on my old stompin’ ground