Written by Lucinda Williams



I had to go back to that house one more time

To see if Camellias were in bloom

For so many reasons it's been on my mind

The house on Belmont Avenue



Built up on cinderblocks off of the ground

What with the rain and the soft swampy land

By the sweet honeysuckle that grew all around

Were switches when we were bad



Chorus: I took a bus to Baton Rouge....etc.,



All the front rooms were kept closed off

I never liked to go in there much

Sometimes the doors they'd be locked

'Cause there were precious things I couldn't touch



The company couch covered in plastic

Little books about being saved

The dining room table nobody ate at

And the piano nobody played







(Repeat Chorus)



There was this beautiful lamp I always loved

A seashore was painted on the shade

It would turn around when you switched on the bulb

And gently rock the waves



The driveway was covered with tiny white seashells

A fig tree stood in the backyard there are other things I remember, as well

But to tell them would be just too hard



Ghosts in the wind that blow through my life

Follow me wherever I go



I'll never be free from these chains inside

Hidden deep down in my soul