Lundy’s Lane

Took a drive through my old neighborhood the day my father passed away
Felt a need for reconnecting with my past
In this once quiet, little suburb off the San Francisco Bay
I could feel the memories come flooding back

Fields with families walking dogs
Streams with children catching polliwogs
Flying kites, and playing friendly football games
Down on Lundy’s Lane

With the advent of the internet, techies took my town by storm
Unlike justice, I guess ambition’s truly blind
When there’s lots of money to be made, the opportunists swarm
We may not recognize the place they leave behind

Where once were open fields and buckeye trees
Now there’s Priuses and SUVs
My town is gone now….nothing looks the same
Down on Lundy’s Lane

I guess there’re places deep inside us
That we’re never gonna find
They elude our maps and compasses
Existing only in our minds

I knocked on an old friend’s door and his mother opened up
She was frail now and her hair as white as snow
Her face lit up to see me and we drank a cup of tea
Tried to figure out just where the time does go

We talked about the early years
Shared some laughs and shed some tears
Talked about how much the world has changed
And so has Lundy’s Lane

Nothing looks the same
Down on Lundy’s Lane