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 I'd 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 gra*s for hours I'd walk in the shallows, I'd skim those stones And one day I was a climbing in the railroad trestle I heard the sound of a coming train Man, it was on me like a rolling thunder Lit a fear inside I can't explain Sent me running, sent me screaming Like a wild man through the tall gra*s Trying to make it back home And it was then I ran into that stranger With his suitcase and his walking cane He put his hand on my little shoulder And 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 baby's sleeping, dreaming soft and low I feel his hand on my shoulder Like that day, down by the Mill Creek, long ago