i saw roses choking in the grass flaking paint in a broken window pane a mailbox barely standin by the driveway i can almost read the name a swing set and forgotten toys where little girls and boys played happy games everything i ever cared about is gone now but the mem ries still remain the old man from the house across the street asked how s it goin and i said fine but the expression on his face would make me think that he could almost read my mind that johnson boy from down the road was asking if the kids could come and play lord i wish i could have told them yes but i just said i guess son not today i just came home to count the mem ries that i ve been carrying in my mind just came home to count the mem ries of a better day and time all the birds that sang a pretty song aren t singing like they did when we were here cause there s no happiness in music if somebody isn t close enough to care i picked arranged daisy from its home out in the corner of the yard she loves me she loves me not now i don t have to wonder anymore i just came home to count the mem ries that i ve been carrying in my mind i just came home to count the mem ries i guess it s time to say goodbye