Mill Creek
I used to go down to the Mill Creek
When I was only nine or ten
I'd run trot lines in the muddy water
Watch the leaves riding the wind
It was there I smoked my first Marlboro
It was there I kissed Laurie Jones
I'd lie in the tall grass for hours
Walk in the shallows, I'd skim those stones
One day I was climbing in the railroad trestle
I heard the sound of a coming train
Man it was on me like a rolling thunder
Lit a fire inside I can't explain
Sent me running, sent me screaming
Like a wild man through the tall grass
Trying to make it back home
It was then I ran into that stranger
With his suitcase and his walking cane
He put his hand on my little shoulder
Since that day I ain't been the same
Sends me running, sends me screaming
Down a freeway, down a runway
Trying to make it back home
And here I stand in this darkened hallway
My babies sleeping soft and low
I feel his hand on my shoulder
Like that day down at the Mill Creek long ago