The stairs we ran down as kids now lead to empty rooms and halls
The paint is dulled where pictures hung
Shades of memories on the walls
It's wood and shingles on a bed of concrete
Like every other house on an average looking street
Jabbed the lawn in the spine with a for sale sign
I feel it's pain as if it was mine
Sitting on the floor where our parents once slept
We talk old times and fun lives we've led
About friends we've met
Promises kept
And all the happy tears wept
But Time marches on
Without rest or fail
A journey cross oceans of moments we sail
Raise anchors and drinks while years float by
Ride out bad weather and hope for blue skies
We try to keep step with each day that arrives
Stay in touch with the things that give meaning to lives
The stories
The places
The music and faces
A book we have written filled with fabulous pages
Sitting on the floor where our parents once slept
We talk old times and fun lives we've led
About friends we've met
Promises kept
And all the happy teers wept
It's hard Moving on from where we felt we belonged
Memories bite hard and hold on strong
But Time marches on without rest or fail
A journey cross oceans of moments we sail
Raise anchors and drinks while years float by
Ride out bad weather and hope for blue skies
We try to keep step with each day that arrives
Stay in touch with the things that give meaning to lives
The stories
The places
The music and faces
A book we have written fi