Introduction
You ever hear a song that just wraps you up like a warm blanket on a chilly night? That’s “Back Home Again” for me. It’s not loud or flashy—it doesn’t need to be. It’s the sound of a front porch creaking under your feet, the smell of your mom’s cooking drifting out the screen door, the feeling of sinking into a place where you’re known and loved without having to say a word. I wrote this one thinking about those moments when life’s been a whirlwind, and all you want is to hit pause and find your way back to something simple, something real.
The melody’s soft, like a lullaby you’d hum to yourself driving down a back road at dusk. It’s got this gentle sway—think acoustic guitar strumming slow and steady, maybe a little banjo or fiddle sneaking in to tug at your heartstrings. The words? They’re plain but heavy with meaning. “Back home again, where the world slows down, where the roots run deep in this old hometown.” It’s not about a perfect place—it’s about your place, flaws and all, where the mess of life somehow makes sense.
What makes it special? It’s the ache in it. That quiet longing we all feel sometimes for a time or a place we can’t quite get back to, mixed with the comfort of knowing it’s still there in your bones. I picture folks hearing this and thinking of their own “back home”—maybe it’s a little house with peeling paint, or a city block buzzing with familiar faces. It’s universal, but it hits personal. And if I did my job right, it’ll make you want to call someone you miss or pull out an old photo just to feel that connection again.
I wrote it imagining a late summer night, fireflies blinking, and a cold beer sweating in my hand—those nights when you’re tired of running and just want to be. It’s not about escaping; it’s about returning. What’s your “back home”? That’s what this song wants to know
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Lyrics
There’s a storm across valley
Clouds are rolling in
The afternoon is heavy on your shoulders.
There’s a truck out on the forelane
A mile or so away.
And the whining of his wheels just makes it colder
He’s an hour away from riding
On your prayer up in the sky
Ten days on the road, barely gone
There’s a fire softly burning
Supper’s on the stove
But it’s the light in your eyes
that makes him warm
Hey, it’s good to be back home again
Sometimes this old far feels like a long lost friend
Yes, hey it’s good to be back home again
Well there’s all the news to tell him
How’d you spend your time?
And what’s the latest thing the neighbours say?
And your mother called last Friday
Sunshine made her cry
And you felt the baby move just yesterday
Hey, it’s good to be back home again
Sometimes this old far feels like a long lost friend
Yes, hey it’s good to be back home again
Oh the time that I can lay this tired old body down
And feel your fingers, feather soft upon me
The kisses that I live for, the love that lights my way
The happiness that living with you brings me
It’s the sweetest thing I know of
Just spending time with you
It’s the little thing that makes a house a home
Like a fire softly burning
and supper on the stove
And the light in your eyes that makes me warm
Hey, it’s good to be back home again
Sometimes this old far feels like a long lost friend
Yes, hey it’s good to be back home again
Yes, hey it’s good to be back home again