The door on the mailbox is rusted shut
The grass in the yard sure has grown up
One of the chains is broken on the front porch swing
I don't know why I came
I guess I had to see it one more time
This little trailer we shared in better times
Way out yonder see those big old black clouds moving
I wish the wind could blow me back in time
those were the days, I had it made, when you were
Temporarily forever mine
Did you know your mother still calls me