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Too many dreams,
Too much laughter;
Too many old ghosts living in the rafters.
How can I begin to leave this house?
Too many neighbours,
Too much blind faith;
Too many babies carried through the doorway.
How can I begin to leave this house?
I don't want to leave this house,
Pay the cost of moving out;
The best part of my family life is here and nowhere else.
So how can I begin to leave this house?
Too many long walks,
Too much music played;
Too many blessings around the kitchen table.
How can I begin to leave this house?
Too many bad storms,
Too much waiting;
Too many gentle gifts of love not taken.
How can I begin to leave this house?
I don't want to leave this house,
Pay the cost of moving out;
The best part of my family life is here and nowhere else.
So how can I begin to leave this house?
I don't want to leave this house,
Pay the cost of moving out;
The best part of my family life is here and nowhere else.
So how can I begin to leave this house?
I stood on the front step, thought about you,
Remembered more than I ever wanted to;
And listened to the night wind,
In the yellow transparent trees.
