Daily Lyric: 150 LAKE AVE.

I used to drive by 150 Lake Ave.

And wonder why we ever moved away

If we only stayed at 150 Lake Ave.

We’d probably still be together today

I still drive by 150 Lake Ave.

And wonder what the hell went awry

I stop and stare at 150 Lake Ave.

And I ask myself if it was all a lie.

It was two years, two of our greatest years

It was the place where we had all we could need

It was the center of our circle, our sphere

It was the place where we planted our seed

Just the right room, just the right space

Just the right speed, just the right pace

Why did we ever have to pull up our stakes

It was perhaps the most fatal of our mistakes.

I used to drive by 150 Lake Ave.

And wonder how paradise ever got lost

If we’d only stayed at 150 Lake Ave.

We wouldn’t have ended up paying the ultimate cost

I still drive by 150 Lake Ave.

I bang my head on my wheel and ask myself why

I stop and stare at 150 Lake Ave.

Too stunned and shocked to let myself cry.

It was our castle, cabin, love nest, and pleasure dome

It was our Palace, our Casino, down by the shore

It was the place where we brought our baby home

Well, we should have brought home two or three more

We had our tears, we had our laughter

We should have had our happily ever after

Why’d we ever have to leave our seaside town

It was the beginning of our long way down.

I used to drive by 150 Lake Ave.

And I’d tell you that I’d been back there

I’d say we never should have left 150 Lake Ave.

But you didn’t want to hear, you didn’t want to care

I still drive by 150 Lake Ave.

And wonder what the hell went wrong

All that’s left of 150 Lake Ave.

Are futile memories, regrets, and a song.

©2023 The Hesh Inc.

This is the house we used to live in.

In the aftermath of my second divorce, I wrote a whole crop of songs as I began to deal with all the emotions that such a cataclysm inevitably brings up. This one was about the place I lived for some of the best times I had during that marriage, and the bittersweet feelings that come up whenever I drive past the place (which I still do from time to time, just in the course of my usual travels). I thought of John Eddie's "Dream House" when I wrote this one. I was considering including it on a whole album I was going to write and record about the divorce, but I thought the better of it—the song and the album. I have reached a place where I no longer have any need to write songs about exes, so I'll be putting them on display here periodically as Lyrics of the Week.