Home By Dark

Duration

3:47

Genres

Americana / Alt Country

Lyrics

home by dark by james casto The world was so small when I was a boy Just baseball and pants made of blue corduroy And hope was easily found on that hallowed ground Of my small town I still skip rocks whenever I walk by a river I still throw strikes to imaginary hitters I still hear my mother’s voice and the words she would impart Go run and play, do what you say, and be home by dark I’d get home from school, it’s Hi-C with a straw Then back out the door to the games in our yard And dreams were easily found on that hallowed ground Of my small midwestern town I still skip rocks whenever I walk by a river I still throw strikes to imaginary hitters I still hear my mother’s voice and the words she would impart Go run and play, do what you say, and be home by dark Sometimes time plays a trick on my brain I wake up and swear I’m ten again I still skip rocks whenever I walk by a river I still throw strikes to imaginary hitters I still hear my mother’s voice and the words she would impart Go run and play, do what you say, and be home by dark