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