Mayhill Road

No older than five, I told my first lie
And learned how it made the family Jesus cry
I was busy breakin' hearts with no good reason why

When I was nine, and all shoulda been fine
for a girl 'bout a year after her grandma died
With labored daydreams and eyes shut real tight

I can't go down Mayhill Road
I can't go down Mayhill Road

I walked down to the well after checkin' the mail;
Still no letter and I hated to tell
little Joshua, mama didn't write again

I'd wander outside, wondering why
It's been overcomin' trouble since I opened my eyes
When I grow up I won't miss these strawberry days

I can't go down Mayhill Road
I can't go down Mayhill Road

When I was twenty four, I opened the door
to the funeral home where my grandfather lied
in the front of the room, with a stranger by my side.

Later that year, I left all that was near
where I grew up, to cry unprovoked tears
while screamin' and drivin' into those bright city lights

Alone, drinking beer, so much I could see her
She looked at me then looked down as if it'd make all this clearer
It just made my heart sink... and my next drink lighter to lift

Light on my toes, only God knows
Is this for real, or is it all just for show?
Goodnight, heavens, I'm just a little tired
Goodnight, heavens, I'm just a little tired.
Goodnight, heavens, I'm just a little tired.

I drove all night to Mayhill Road
I drove all night ot Mayhill Road


My first alt country song.
I grew up on a strawberry farm at 180 Mayhill Road in Peebles, Ohio where I lived with my grandparents and my grandma was mom. My family was very religious and instilled the gospel in me at a very young age. I knew the books of the Bible around the time I learned my abc's. It was just me and my little brother Josh; we were the dysfunctional portion of our large family. It was very tragic for us when our grandmother passed because our mom had left us when my brother was 2 ...and grandma always stood in our corner, even when no one else would. She loved and nurtured us. Josh and I really, really missed her after she died.
Naturally, I was promoted to motherhood for my brother's sake. Poor Joshua.
I was a lonely kid. My dad was mean. My grandpa was meaner.
Years later, my grandpa died in his home on Mayhill Road.
Aaron, who I had meant only a few months prior, accompanied me to his funeral so that I didn't have to be the only one attending alone. Soon thereafter, I left home, started drinking, blazed the emotional trail of self-destruction, and things got pretty sour before they got better...
And then I got tired.