Old House

You go back to the old house
And look for what's gone, it's ought to be there
You walk through the front door
And make your way down to your old room
To find out it's nothing
But a record you made
Documenting the time there
As something much more than you are
As you are now

And every time I see it come around
I get so melancholy I cry out
'It's more than just a house'

And you stumble back home now
And you think to yourself
'No home at all'
And the letters and the drawings
Are the only memories that remind you
That it happened
Only we know
But I wouldn't trade it for a single difference

Your time there was something
Much more than you are
As you are now

And every time I see it come around
I get so melancholy I cry out
'It's more than just a house'



Credits
Writer(s): Seth Little
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