Standing on the front porch of the old frame house in town
In another day or two, It all starts coming down
I wonder what theyll do about the oak tree with the swing
I never built the tree house, but I had plans
For so many things I am trying not to think of while I can
Waiting for the moving van to come
The front door has that rusty hinge I never did repair
You used to hear it late at night and meet me on the stair
Well, I work the daylight now, Im always home by six
Now theres lots of time, and nothing left to fix
Except the things I am trying not to think of while I can
Waiting for the moving van to come
Its almost summer here
Your favorite time of year
Hey, didnt we love to hear the children play
We had some happy times
Ten years is so much time
Youd think we both could find a way
No, I wont get maudlin; Its just being here alone
It too some getting used to, but I like it on my own
I just wish theyd get here soon -- I have so much work to do
Plans to make, and a whole new life to think about;
But you I am trying not to think of while I can
Waiting for the moving van to come.
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