Years

I went home for Christmas, to the house, that I grew up in

Going back was something, after all these years

I drove down Monterey Street

I felt a little sadness, when I turned left on Laurel

And the house appeared

And I snuck up to that rocking chair

Where the winter sunlight slanted, on the screened-in porch

And I stared out, past the shade tree

That my laughing daddy planted, on the day that I was born

And I let time go by, so slow

And I made every moment, last

And I thought about yеars

How they take so long, and they go so fast

Across thе street, the Randalls' oldest daughter

Must've come home

Her two boys built a snowman, by the backyard swings

I thought of Old Man Randall, and his Christmas decorations

And how he used to leave 'em up, 'til early spring

And I thought of all the summers, that I paced that porch

And swore, I'd die of boredom, there

And I thought, of what I'd give, to feel another summer linger

Where a day, feels like a year

And I let time go by, so slow

And I made every moment, last

And I thought about years

How they take so long, and they go, so fast

Then the door flew open, and my mother's voice, was laughing

As she called back to my daddy, "Come and look who's here"

And I thought about years