JP wrote this song on his 30th birthday after breaking a fanbelt in his car. At the time I was a boy and now I'm a middle-aged man. This past weekend my wife unloaded some items from my parents house, which is being sold as they have both passed. After she went to bed I had some beers and looked at old photo albums. My childhood home seemed so much smaller than I remembered and each picture brought a flood of memories. Were my parents ever that young? If I could do it over would I do things differently? Absolutely. Would I trade any of my memories? Absolutely not.Those are the feelings exhibited in this song. Lucky to get out of Maywood? More like just plain lucky.
I felt the same way after my mom's passing. I was driving down the road on a sunny day in my hometown, seeing all the beauty in the country road I used to take for granted and couldn't wait to get away from.
It's always looking back we realize how good we had it, gilded or not, all of the memories and lifetimes we lived, how precious they are because once they're gone they're gone for good.
It's a bittersweet part of the human condition missing the time you once had, but feeling so grateful you had the chance to experience it....
I felt the same way after my mom's passing. I was driving down the road on a sunny day in my hometown, seeing all the beauty in the country road I used to take for granted and couldn't wait to get away from.
It's always looking back we realize how good we had it, gilded or not, all of the memories and lifetimes we lived, how precious they are because once they're gone they're gone for good.
It's a bittersweet part of the human condition missing the time you once had, but feeling so grateful you had the chance to experience it. How lucky.
JP wrote this song on his 30th birthday after breaking a fanbelt in his car. At the time I was a boy and now I'm a middle-aged man. This past weekend my wife unloaded some items from my parents house, which is being sold as they have both passed. After she went to bed I had some beers and looked at old photo albums. My childhood home seemed so much smaller than I remembered and each picture brought a flood of memories. Were my parents ever that young? If I could do it over would I do things differently? Absolutely. Would I trade any of my memories? Absolutely not.Those are the feelings exhibited in this song. Lucky to get out of Maywood? More like just plain lucky.
this is it, this is the feeling.
this is it, this is the feeling.
I felt the same way after my mom's passing. I was driving down the road on a sunny day in my hometown, seeing all the beauty in the country road I used to take for granted and couldn't wait to get away from. It's always looking back we realize how good we had it, gilded or not, all of the memories and lifetimes we lived, how precious they are because once they're gone they're gone for good. It's a bittersweet part of the human condition missing the time you once had, but feeling so grateful you had the chance to experience it....
I felt the same way after my mom's passing. I was driving down the road on a sunny day in my hometown, seeing all the beauty in the country road I used to take for granted and couldn't wait to get away from. It's always looking back we realize how good we had it, gilded or not, all of the memories and lifetimes we lived, how precious they are because once they're gone they're gone for good. It's a bittersweet part of the human condition missing the time you once had, but feeling so grateful you had the chance to experience it. How lucky.