After school, walkin' home. Fresh dirt under my fingernails and. I can smell hot asphalt. Cars screech to a halt to let me pass. . And I cannot remember.
See my dear I'm thinking of you. My how she has grown. Her building blocks have all gone home. And being there is always where I'll be, you'll see. . Take your doll house dreams and make them real.
She was at home and feeling fine. The family life here was divine. She sat alone with tired eyes. Patiently listening to the sighs. . I found out, I found out.