There’s a certain smell that works
That lingers around indefinitely
Feeling of home: thoughts, memories
It’s nice to be back
Things like this hit you first
Usually when the door opens
Friends used to say mothers cooking
Was the best thing about my house
The old work truck, shiny and blue
Still works. It’s a service truck now
Hauling around gas for the big guys
It’s got that western smell of leather
No matter how much I’d wash
All those shoulder pads and socks
My hockey gear would always end up
With that sweet smell of victory
When I crack a beer, one of my fathers beers
And a little white mist rises out
Only with the glass bottles do I remember
Stealing dad’s beers late at night
But of all my memory smells wafting around
I remember one that’s never returned
When I’d learn guitar in a tiny room
E – A – D – G – B – E ~strum