Lyrics

Well, it’s not much to look at — you might it’s a dump
It’s been added on to three times and almost burned down once
It sags a little near the middle, it’s a hundred and ten years old
Just this little shack I own out on Old Mill Road

There's just an acre of land now, but it used to be a farm
Right before I bought it, they tore down that old barn
They sold off lots and built up all these brand-new fancy homes
All around this little shack I own, out on Old Mill Road

The yard slopes to the south where Spring Creek runs through the back
I know every inch of that ground, every tree and bush and rock
In the summertime it’s like a park when the grass is freshly mowed
A perfect place to build a dream, out on Old Mill Road

I thought I’d build a home there when I was in my prime
I’m older now and still somehow, I wonder if there’s time
I know that I should sell the place, but I just can’t let it go
It’s just a dream but dreams die hard, out on Old Mill Road

Maybe I’ll build that home there — I know I have to try
Giving up would be easy but easy’s not my style
What is a man without a dream? I’m sure I don’t want to know
Even if it’s just a dream, I’ll keep on dreaming, out on Old Mill Road
Yes, it’s just a dream but dreams die hard, out on Old Mill Road