I saw roses choking in the grass, flaking paint in a broken windowpane
A mailbox barely standing by the driveway and I could 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 memories still remain
And the old man from the house across the street asked, Hows it going? and I said Fine
The expression on his face would make you think he could almost read my mind
And that Johnson boy from down the road was asking if the kids could come and play
Lord, I wish I could have told him yes, but I just said, I guess, son, not today
Just came home to count the memories Ive been counting in my mind
I just came home to count the memories of a better day and time
And all the birds that sang such pretty songs arent singing like they did when we were here
Cause theres no happiness in music if somebody isnt close enough to care
So I picked a ragged daisy from its home in the corner of a yard
He loves me, he loves me not, now I dont have to wonder anymore
I just came home to count the memories Ive been counting in my mind
I just came home to count the memories of a better day and time
I just came home to count the memories, guess its time to say goodbye