[Intro] (Warm lo-fi beat with a subtle vinyl crackle. Hazy electric piano chords.) [Verse 1] Goin’ to grandma’s, pile in the back Eastbound rhythm on a two-lane track Hondo’s bridge was a narrow little span Taking the backroads, following the plan The Texas heat was shimmering on the hood Goin’ to grandma’s, times were good. [Chorus] And the first one to shout got the crown As we headed to the farms south of town "I see the chimney!"—the red brick high Scraping the edge of a Saturday sky "I see the chimney!"—we’re almost there To the house with the scent of the old world air. [Verse 2] The front three rooms was where they lived But the back of the house had a secret to give Step through the door, into days of old A wraparound couch with stories untold Upright ashtrays and trinkets abound Photographs and memories all around Like a black and white movie, flickering and slow It was like stepping into an old picture show. [Bridge] It’s been decades since the fire went out But I still hear the ghost of that childhood shout The chimney is a lighthouse in my mind For all the pieces of us we left behind. [Outro] (The beat strips back to just a deep bass pulse and a distant chime.) I see the chimney. Times were good. I now see mom [spoken, whispered] Where grandma once stood. [End]
