Lyrics

I remember layin' in bed at night,
Listenin' to the adults talking' by fire light,
With the sound of old guitars and mandolins,
And the smell of Aunt Brenda's cookin'

Then Gramma's in the kitchen making bread,
And hollers from inside "Cows need fed",
It's the simple things in life like this,
That make you long for the place that you miss

'Cause I love the bright lights,
But I love to fish,
And I love the chase of dreams, but boy do I miss,
Moments I've had,
They weren't all that bad,
In the place that will always be my home

To some, it don't look like much,
Just some fishing boats, lighthouses and such,
But to those who know the beauty of her coast,
We're the ones who cherish it the most

And I love the bright lights,
But I love to fish,
And I love the chase of dreams, but boy do I miss,
Moments I've had,
They weren't all that bad,
In the place that will always be my home

Why does it take so long to find,
The beauty of those moments in time,
Or the value of the people left behind,
...
So no matter where I go or what I do,
To the East Coast my heart belongs to you


'Cause I love the bright lights,
But I love to fish,
And I love the chase of dreams, but boy do I miss,
Moments I've had,
They weren't all that bad,
In the place that will always be my home,
In the place that will always be my home