Willow Lane

Well, Annie's got one more week And I think they really mean it this time She used to stay where I stay But lately she's been a little hard to find There's letters piled in the corner with her name That I can't bring myself to throw away ... On Willow Lane I think Annie liked old oak trees So I spend November fighting with the wind They're a funny thing to leave But I like to think she'll be driving by again From my side of the fence not much has changed I hoped she likes what I did with the place ... On Willow Lane In this temporary house, we all drift in and out We take in all that surrounds, the silence and the sound And only the people seem to change, through the cracking window panes Another city, another name, another voice you can't explain ... On Willow Lane There's a life among the bills I wish I could conjure up here with my mind She's like a ghost I think I knew But now I'm among all she left behind The doghouse in the yard's all that remains And the cracks in these old walls are still the same ... On Willow Lane