DRIFTWOOD WAY
We were born in Rockport Village / Grew up on the eastern shore
They say that time stands still here / but she stands still no more
The prettiest girl in all New England / That’s what I used to say
Before she took to traveling down Driftwood Way
Driftwood Way, Driftwood Way
Some folks leave and others stay
She went off down Driftwood Way
In our quiet town library that still stands on the village square
I pretended to do homework / but it was her I studied there
And she showed me Grecian islands / Swore I’d take her there one day
I didn’t know that I could never go down Driftwood Way
Driftwood Way, Driftwood Way
Some folks leave and others stay
She went off down Driftwood Way
I didn’t mean to make a promise that I could not keep
I always knew I had some roots
Just didn’t know how deep
Sometimes I wake up early after a winter storm
I take the old wheelbarrow down to the broken shore
I load it up with driftwood / stack it ‘til it’s dry
It burns such pretty colors makes a grown man cry
For Driftwood Way, Driftwood Way
Some folks leave and others stay
She went off down Driftwood Way
She went off down Driftwood Way…
Down Driftwood Way