Standing on the front-porch of the old frame house in town, In another day or two it all starts coming down. I wonder what they'll do about the oak tree with the swing. I never built the tree house but I had plans, for so many things I am trying not to think of while I can, Waiting for the moving van to come.
The front door has that noisy hinge I never did repair. You used to hear it late at night and meet me on the stair. Well I work the daylight now, I'm always home by six. Now there's lots of time, and nothing left to fix, Except the things I am trying not to think of, while I can, Waiting for the moving van to come.
It's almost summer here, Our favorite time of year. Hey, didn't we love to hear The children play. We had some happy times. Ten years is so much time. You'd think we both could Find a way.
No I won't get maudlin. It's just being here alone. It took some getting used to, but I like it on my own. I just wish they'd get here soon, I have so much work to do, Plans to make and a whole new life to think about. But you, I am trying not to think of while I can, Waiting for the moving van to come.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
