Courtney Drive
Courtney Drive: Nostalgic Reflections on Home and Change
Lyrics
There's a little brick house sitting behind the river
Introduction to a brick house near the river.
It's where I learned to ride my bike in the front yard with my sister
Recollection of childhood memories, learning to ride a bike with a sister.
We used to run barefoot down the street we knew all our neighbors
Description of carefree times, running barefoot, and knowing neighbors.
That little girl I used to be thought nothing would ever change her
Expressing the innocence and permanence felt as a child.
Can you really blame her
Rhetorical question, questioning the blame for the innocence.
Well the tree's cut down in the front yard now
Noting changes in the present, the tree being cut down and painted neon yellow.
Someone painted the damn thing neon yellow
Visual changes in the surroundings symbolizing transformation.
I died my hair learned life's not fair
Personal changes, symbolized by dying hair, realizing life's unfairness.
Things change and people get older
Reflection on the inevitability of change and aging.
But with seven hundred miles between me and that little road
Physical distance from the past, but emotional connection to Courtney Drive.
Courtney Drive's still home
Affirmation that Courtney Drive remains a mental home despite physical distance.
Back when I was five years old I thought I'd stay there forever
Nostalgia for childhood beliefs of eternal residence.
Now all I've got from that place is what I can remember
The value of memories retained from the place.
I grew up and we sold that house they signed all the papers
Selling of the house and the sense of estrangement from the past self.
That little girl I used to be kinda feels like a stranger
Feeling like a stranger to the younger self.
Fifteen years later
Time passing with a gap of fifteen years since childhood.
And the tree's cut down in the front yard now
Reiteration of changes in the environment, the tree being cut down.
Someone painted the damn thing neon yellow
Emphasis on drastic alterations, neon yellow paint on the tree.
I died my hair learned life's not fair
Continued reflection on personal changes and life's unfairness.
Things change and people get older
Acknowledgment of the inevitability of change and aging.
But with seven hundred miles between me and that little road
Despite the distance, Courtney Drive remains emotionally significant.
Courtney Drive's still home
Affirmation that Courtney Drive is still considered home.
It's still home
Reiteration that Courtney Drive is a place of emotional belonging.
Well I can go back but I can't go back even if I wanted to
The impossibility of physically returning to the past.
And if I've lost myself well at least that house lost itself too
Acceptance of personal changes, paralleled with changes in the house.
The tree's cut down in the front yard now
Reiteration of the tree being cut down in the front yard.
Someone painted the damn thing neon yellow
Intensification of changes with the neon yellow paint.
I died my hair learned life's not fair
Recognition of personal transformations and life's challenges.
Things change and people get older
Continued reflection on changes and the aging process.
But with seven hundred miles between me and that little road
Despite the physical distance, Courtney Drive remains emotionally significant.
Courtney Drive's still home
Affirmation that Courtney Drive is still considered home.
It's still home
Final confirmation of Courtney Drive's enduring emotional significance.
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