I saw roses choking in the grass, flaking paint and a broken window pane
A mailbox barely standing by the driveway, I can almost read the name
A swing-set and forgotten toys where little girls and boys played happy games
Everything I ever cared about is gone now, but the memory still remains.
The old man from the house across the street asked, "How's it goin'" and I said "Fine"
I just came home to count the memories
That I've been counting in my mind
I just came home to count the memories
Of a better day and time
All the birds that sang their pretty songs aren't singing like they did when we were here