it's only a house, I know
but, you see, it has many memories for me
this is where I grew up, what I loved
the woods behind the house-
it sounds silly, but I used to think they were my soul
it's where I played, where I danced
and sung and screamed and cried
and I know that material things have no value
but I think, just this once, that it is important
it's my childhood, my whole life
and it's disappearing faster than I can see it go