Lights of Home was written shortly after I moved to Nashville in October of 1988. I had left my previous “home” in Baltimore – a single apartment in Cockeysville, Maryland – to stake my claim as a songwriter in Music City. I was just establishing my new “home” in the outskirts of downtown Nashville, with a stoner named Andrew (I can’t recall what he did to make ends meet), and an aspiring stand-up comedian, named Marian.
I had quickly assembled some great musicians (I jammed with two my first night in town!) who were, themselves, brand new to Nashville from other states. In time, these instrumentalists would go on to play for various established country acts, while I continued to go to meetings with producers and publishers, trying to get someone, anyone, interested in my songs, without asking me to change everything about them.
I had not lived in the house I grew up in since I left for college in Baltimore in 1975. I was thirty-one at the time of my arrival in Tennessee. So the “home” I was pining to get back to was more like my “homebase,” the place where my bed, clothes, four walls and a roof stayed put, a theme explored more in another song I will release soon, Traveling Light.
I never did – or not yet? – place a song with a recording artist, but there were a handful of hopeful singers who recorded some of my songs, in their own attempts to establish a music career in Nashville. But when I performed at singer-songwriter shows at Douglas Corner, or The Bluebird Café, or the lounge at the Holiday Inn on West End Avenue, this song was always the best-received, perhaps because there were so many other displaced, unmoored souls in the audiences.
So, here it is, re-imagined from my original CD with mandolin and violin tracks by Myles Thompson, and lovely production by Fett of Azalea Studios. The beautiful background harmony is provided by my wife, and most enthusiastic and supportive collaborator, Gina Lynette.
Here are the lyrics, for those of you who want to read, or maybe sing along. Extra points for those who sing along, and then grace me with your performance!
Thanks for listening. Let me know what you think.
Music & Lyrics by Ned Andrew Solomon
Verse 1:
My father was a music man, ten months on the road
My mama lived for letters, and late nights on the phone
My father said, “this life is hell
But it’s all I’ve ever known
Somehow it all makes sense again
When I see the lights of home”
Verse 2:
In my final year of high school
I joined a country band
And at the end of five long barroom sets
I had five dollars in my end
Driving back, half awake
On the road alone
Something sweet hung over me
When I saw the lights of home
Chorus:
Lights of home
Like a sailor sees the stars
Well I knew if I could still see you
I wasn’t very far
Lights of home
Like a beacon in the night
Oh bring those lights of home into my sight
Instrumental break
Verse 3:
In a sold-out hall, in Birmingham
On the last night of my tour
I was winding down from all the sound
But the people wanted more
And in the darkness, instantly
Ten thousand matches shone
And I swear that for a moment there
I could see the lights of home
Chorus:
Lights of home
Like a sailor sees the stars (sailor sees the stars)
Well I knew if I could still see you
I wasn’t very far
Lights of home
Like a beacon in the night
Oh bring those lights of home into my sight
Recorded at Azalea Studios, Nashville, TN
Recording, Engineering, and Production: Fett
Executive Production: Gina Lynette
Acoustic Guitar & Lead Vocal: Ned Andrew Solomon
Harmony Vocal: Gina Lynette
Mandolin & Violin: Myles Thompson
Videography: Bernie Lynette and Gillian Lynette
Video Production: Gillian Lynette
Oh wow! I love this with the added accompaniment and, of course, Gina’s harmony. One of my faves. I also know the Tim Whitley is dancing in heaven. He asked you to play and sing it over and over. It was his favorite, as well. Just lovely. Thank you.