Pamela’s On The Radio

When I’m home with you I start to think I’m on the road to nowhere looking back Pamela’s on the radio And I could tune in But when I’m home with you I start to think Of what a little place you’ve been for me And what if little things are meant to be to a point? I thought I heard it Our backyard swing set is all but urned to rust A little bit abruptly You won’t swing on it anymore And you can’t see it anymore When I’m home with you I start to think I’m on the road to nowhere looking back Pamela’s on the radio and I could tune in But when I’m home with you I start to think Of What a little place you’ve been for me And what if little things are meant to be to a point I thought I heard it Our backyard swing set is all but turned to rust A little bit abruptly You won’t swing on it anymore And you can’t see it anymore