The Days When He Was A Kid

The old gate's hanging open
Just like it always did
The clothesline's sagging unloved
Memories are struggling to stay alive
The days when he was a kid

The cows are long gone
As is the tree where we hid
The smokes and the food
That he stole from the fridge
The days when he was a kid

Off to Nanna's and Pa's
Every second weekend
Two hours cramped in a car
The radio's playing songs from back when
The days when he was a kid

She opened the door
Let yesterday in
Saw what it did on his face
The smile takes him home to
The days when he was a kid

Now yesterday's faded
The friends are all gone
He's all alone in his room
Retreats to a place he feels safe
The days when he was a kid