Old Ottawa

Moon's the brightest light tonight
Orion's out as well
My headlights shine on Old Ottawa
I've missed this place like hell

The crickets chirp and dead leaves blow
As I approach this lonely shack
The door opens easily, as if to say
"It's been awhile; welcome back"

I step inside and the room wakes up
As I turn on the light
And my mind is stirred with memories
Like shadows in the night

The Christmas lights, the wooden bunks
The marks on the wall: still there
I grin to myself as I drop my things
And step out to the cool night air

It's good to have a quiet place
A getaway you hold dear
Once again, mine is Old Ottawa
And I wish you all were here