Words and Music by Jon Gray
When they named it main street, I’m sure it was everything it seemed
But lookin through my blinds tonight, it ain’t all that much a dream
With boarded up storefronts and chains on the doors, once a small man’s goal
It’s nothin like the feelin that hides til you finally make it home
When you get home and the headlights hit the gravel road
You recognize the city limit sign like a sheet of solid gold
That Graffitti Bridge is still standin, though farmer Baker has long since sold
It’s still home
When they named it main street, the lights were shinin bright
I remember a time when time never mattered, any fool could own the night
But these smoke filled skies hide our star gazed eyes, the truth is oh so clear
I’m still young at heart, easily convinced, but this young heart just ain’t here
I wanna go home, so my headlights hit the gravel road
I’ll recognize the city limit sign like a sheet of solid gold
That Graffitti Bridge is still standin, though farmer Baker has long since sold
I wanna go home
When you get home and the headlights hit the gravel road
You recognize the city limit sign like a sheet of solid gold
Graffitti Bridge is still standin, though farmer Baker has long since sold
It’s still home…
