Lyrics

John's Pond     Steve Nelson
June bugs buzzin’ out on John's Pond
Water slaps the row boat's side
Stars jump out of the black beyond
It looks like they've all learned to fly

All the years just come and gone
The days we drove down Hoophole Road
The nights we waited 'til the dawn
For that sunrise speckled lake of gold

         This is the closest I'll be
         This is the nearest I'll get
         And it don't seem fair to me
         But I better get ready
         For what's comin' next

The air down here gets heavy and wet
Rains and rains but it never dries
You settle into what you get
A piece of hill in the Nashville skies

Seems like life don't want to rhyme
Then it all falls into place
It's all distance over time
Just some steps you can't retrace

         This is the closest I'll be
         This is the nearest I'll get
         And it don't seem fair to me
         But I better get ready
         For what's comin' next

June bugs buzzin’ out on Johns' Pond
Water slaps the row boat's bow
It's still there and I'm still gone
That was then and this is now
                                    ©2005 Nelsounds (SESAC)