I Just Came Home to Count the Memories
Writer: Glenn Ray
I saw roses choking in the grass, flaking paint and a broken window
The old man from the house across the street asked, ãHowâs it goinâ ?
and I said ãFine.ä
All the birds that sang their pretty songs arenât 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.
ÎCause thereâs no happiness in music if somebody isnât close enough to
A swing-set and forgotten toys where little girls and boys played happy
That Johnson boy from down the road was askinâ if the kids could come
I picked a ragged daisy from itâs 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, ãI guess no,
ãShe loves me - She loves me not,ä Now I donât have to wonder anymore.
I just came home to count the memories, that Iâve been counting in my
I just came home to count the memories, ð of a better day and time.
ð I guess itâs time to say good-bye.