I Just Came Home to Count the Memories
I saw roses choking in the grass, flaking paint and a broken window
The old man from the house across the street asked, ćHowās it goinā ?
and I said ćFine.ä
All the birds that sang their pretty songs arenāt singing like they did
when we were here.
A mailbox barely standing by the driveway, I can almost read the name.
But the expression on his face would make me think, that he could almost
read my mind.
ĪCause thereās no happiness in music if somebody isnāt close enough to
A swing-set and forgotten toys where little girls and boys played happy
That Johnson boy from down the road was askinā if the kids could come
I picked a ragged daisy from itās home out in the corner the yard --
Everything I ever cared about is gone now, but the memory still
Lord I wish I could have told him yes, but I just said, ćI guess no,
ćShe loves me - She loves me not,ä Now I donāt have to wonder anymore.
I just came home to count the memories, that Iāve been counting in my
I just came home to count the memories, š of a better day and time.
š I guess itās time to say good-bye.