Years - Beth Nielsen Chapman

Years (LP Version) - Beth Nielsen Chapman
I went home for Christmas
To the house that I grew up in
Going back was something
After all these years
I drove down Monterey street
And felt a little sadness
When I turned left on Laurel
And the house appeared
And I snuck up to that rocking chair
Where the winter sunlight slanted
On the screened-in porch
And I stared out past the shade tree
That my laughing daddy planted
On the day that I was born
And I let time go by so slow
And I made every moment last
And I thought about years
How they take so long
And they go so fast
Across the street the Randol's oldest daughter
Must have come home
Her two boys built a snowman
By the backyard swings
I thought of old man Randol
And his Christmas decorations
And how he used to leave them up
'Til early spring
And I thought of all the summers
That I paced that porch and swore
I'd die of boredom there
And I thought of what I'd give to
Feel another summer linger
Where a day feels like a year
And I let time go by so slow
And I made every moment last
And I thought about years
How they take so long
And they go so fast
Then the door flew open
And my mother's voice was laughing
As she called back to my daddy