The House

I love the traffic
Into the trees
And then I saw the house
And the rollercoaster takes you through the years
To the times we spent, when all our tears were always tears of joy
And you’re standing in a room where no one looks
And you feel the past behind you as the breeze upon your neck
And the branches hanging down to the ground
Will brush your tears away
And the scent of summer hangs upon the air
And you hear the sound of children as they play among the grass
Ain’t it strange to hear that voice
Never thought I’d hear that voice again
And the rollercoaster takes you through the years
To the times we spent, when all our tears were always tears of joy
And you’re standing in a room where no one looks
And you feel the past behind you as the breeze upon your neck