Willow Lane

Well, Annie's got one more week

And I think they really mean it this time

She used to stay where I stay

But lately she's been a little hard to find

There's letters piled in the corner with her name

That I can't bring myself to throw away … On Willow Lane

I think Annie liked old oak trees

So I spend November fighting with the wind

They're a funny thing to leave

But I like to think she'll be driving by again

From my side of the fence not much has changed

I hoped she likes what I did with the place … On Willow Lane

In this temporary house, we all drift in and out

We take in all that surrounds, the silence and the sound

And only the people seem to change, through the cracking window panes

Another city, another name, another voice you can't explain … On Willow Lane

There's a life among the bills

I wish I could conjure up here with my mind

She's like a ghost I think I knew

But now I'm among all she left behind

The doghouse in the yard's all that remains

And the cracks in these old walls are still the same … On Willow Lane