I remember it well,
the cat on the front porch of your 8th st. mother's house.
You gave me the front door, a sip of you lemonade.
You said it was homemade. No, I saw the powder there.
But I didn't care.
All the old days, cause the current age to race away.
I remember it well:
The old grand piano, that played through the bay-front window.
The blue-satin pillow, that held your hair so well.
Your Grandmother Willow, that never would stand still.
All the old days, cause the current age to race away.
Remember it well, Remember it well
But the older that you are,
the more those memories carve your life away.
I remember the chain
That locked up the front door
And blocked the bay-front window.
I remember the feeling that
a memory is all I'd have.
As though I was peeling towards,
The core of life that's so sad
It's so sad.
That all the old days, cause the current age to race away.
All the old days, cause the current age
The older that you are,
the more those memories carve your life away.
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