I Just Came Home To Count The Memories

I saw roses choking in the grass, flaking paint and a broken window pane A mailbox barely standing by the driveway, I can almost read the name A swing-set and forgotten toys where little girls and boys played happy games Everything I ever cared about is gone now, but the memory still remains. The old man from the house across the street asked, "How's it goin'" and I said "Fine" But the expression on his face would make me think, that he could almost read my mind. That Johnson boy from down the road was askin' if the kids could come and play Lord I wish I could have told him yes, but I just said, I guess no, not today. I just came home to count the memories That I've been counting in my mind I just came home to count the memories Of a better day and time All the birds that sang their pretty songs aren't singing like they did when we were here Cause there's no happiness in music if somebody isn't close enough to care I picked a ragged daisy from it's home out in the corner the yard She loves me - She loves me not, Now I don't have to wonder anymore.