Wrecking Ball

This old house is quiet now

but I still hear the sounds

The Stones on the stereo

Mets on the radio

Mom screaming turn it down

dust on the shelves

dents in the rug where my bed once rested

Tomorrow the Wrecking Ball tears it down

I still see my family and me

framed on the walls

my brother's first steps

big wheel wrecks

and the fire pit in the Fall

You might see some shutters and shingles

but to me it's something sacred

Tomorrow the Wrecking Ball tears it down

Oh tomorrow the Wrecking Ball tears it

down to the dirt in a cloud of dust

22 years and what's left of us

Surrenders to the Wrecking Ball

Oh, Surrenders to the Wrecking Ball

If this old house could speak somehow

what would it say?

thanks for the memories

but just like a melody

It's my time to fade away

Take one last look

Carve your name in the door

And kick out the kitchen windows,

'Cause, Tomorrow the Wrecking Ball tears it down

Oh tomorrow the Wrecking Ball tears it

Down to the dirt in a cloud of dust

22 years and what's left of us

Surrenders to the Wrecking Ball

Oh Surrenders, surrenders

Surrenders, Surrenders

Surrenders to the Wrecking Ball

Oh, surrenders, surrenders

Oh, surrenders to the Wrecking Ball

This old house is quiet now

but I still hear the sounds