Picture Perfect

I took a drive along the icy river|Quiet and alone|Turned into the lane around the corner|The path unclear where snow had blown|Past the mailbox bent and broken|Past the barn in disrepair|By the field left overgrown|And up the steps to this ole home||Where I can still hear the echo of our laughter|I can still feel the warmth of the fire|As if it were yesterday|And wasn't so far away|'Cause on this Christmas Eve|I got a picture perfect memory||Now all of the back yard pines still whisper |And the Whiskey Jack still sings|But for all that may remain|There is a change in everything|When I'm surrounded by these four walls |I swear I fool the hands of time||'Cause I can still hear the echo of our laughter|I can still feel the warmth of the fire|As if it were yesterday|And wasn't so far away|'Cause on this Christmas Eve|I got a picture perfect memory||As if it were yesterday|And wasn't so far away||'Cause, I can still hear the echo of our laughter|I can still feel the warmth of the fire|As if it were yesterday|And wasn't so far away|'Cause on this Christmas Eve|I got a picture perfect memory||||||