House on the Lake

Nostalgic Echoes: Journey Through Love, Loss, and Southern Roots
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Lyrics

Well, I miss the sounds of Tennessee

Expressing a longing for the familiar sounds of Tennessee.

And the smell of heavy rain

Evoking nostalgia with the scent of heavy rain.

The roses in the garden

Symbolizing beauty and transient joy with roses in the garden.

Laugh before the pain

Highlighting the fleeting nature of happiness before experiencing pain.

But I hear his voice close in my ear

Recalling the presence of a male figure through auditory memories.

I see her smile and wave

Eliciting a visual memory of a female figure smiling and waving.

I blink and while my eyes are closed

Conveying a sense of loss when blinking, as both figures disappear.

They both have gone away

Reflecting on the departure of the remembered individuals.


Blue bare room, the wood and nails

Describing an empty room with only essential elements like wood and nails.

There's nothing left to take

Emphasizing that material possessions are gone, but intangible things remain.

But love and years are not for sale

Stating that love and time cannot be bought or sold.

In our old house on the lake

Linking the theme of love and passage of time to the old house on the lake.


Well, I'm going down to New Orleans

Announcing a journey to New Orleans, possibly seeking solace or escape.

'Cause we both are sinking fast

Expressing a shared struggle and the urgency of the situation.

And I'll stare into the Bourbon moon

Intending to face challenges under the light of the Bourbon moon.

We'll see how long we last

Questioning the duration of their endurance in difficult circumstances.


But I hear his voice

Reiterating the presence of the male voice in memory.

I follow down the velvet undertow

Following memories and emotions represented by the velvet undertow.

Back to the place where I was born

Returning to the place of origin, symbolized as the southern home.

Back to my southern home

Emphasizing the connection to the southern roots.


Blue bare room, the wood and nails

Reiterating the simplicity of the bare room and the absence of possessions.

There's nothing left to take

Reinforcing the idea that only love and time endure in the old house.

But love and years are not for sale

Affirming the immaterial nature of love and the passage of years.

In our old house on the lake

Restating the enduring qualities of love and time in the old house on the lake.

In our old house on the lake

Repeating the significance of the old house on the lake.

In our old house

Concluding the lyrics with the nostalgic reference to the old house.

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