The house down the road, all gilded and old
Well, doe-eyed through the years I watched glad families come and go
But never as glad as mine, or the home that we'd grown
Until now I'd never longed for that house down the road
As I faced the disappointment of my dug up kitchen floor
And surrendered to a silence that I could not hear before
Of a love that had come and gone decomposed so long ago
I was met with the helplessness of being only 12 years old
The crack in my mother's voice when he said he would not stay
Fed down into her tired heart, she didn't want him to go away
And he weight of the many tears she shed
Nearly woke me from my bad dream
And I broke when I realized that I was yet to fall asleep
The crack in my mother's voice when he said he would not stay
Fed down into her tired heart, she didn't want him to go away
And the weight of the many tears she shed
Nearly woke me from my bad dream
And I broke when I realized I was yet to fall asleep
Oh, I broke when I realized I was yet to fall asleep
