Home is where beds are made and butter is added to toast On a cold afternoon you can float room to room like a ghost Take the creche out and argue about who gets to set up the kings And I know that its home because thats where the stereo sings Ive got dreams, dreams to remember But not even home will be with you forever Its Christmastime and the plane flies me over white hills To a town in a dream where the sky, it is frozen and still And a room thats not mine but its just like I left it before With the wax from the candles all dusty and locks on the door Where I held you so tenderly And where in summer I opened your letter to me Now Im standing where we kneeled and a miracle mile now borders it But if I turn my face to the field I dont even notice it for a second Theres a tangle of greenery where winter scenery ends And I hear that song sometimes and imagine us much more than friends Like if we stayed in this town, bought the first house that went up on sale And how each Christmastime would bring in-laws and snow days and holiday mail Your dad says youre living in Georgia since last September Yeah well Ive got dreams, dreams to remember, Ive got dreams, dreams to remember Ive got dreams, dreams to remember, Ive got dreams, dreams to remember Oh Sara, come back to New Hampshire well stay there forever
Posted on: Mon, 08 Dec 2014 02:27:00 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015