no one left to sleep in my bed Where laughs and cries and memories Were once now, lie tumbleweeds and dust And an empty graveyard feeling that began once Just as a childhood
, But now those days are gone and I still fightin', For the heart of my soul, Summers never seem to last, childhood days are in the past, But memories
and alone So he opened it and found a faded picture Of a girl, he's never met but somehow seen Like a memory of a dream from early childhood Like a
, I wonder why. Once again I'm flying high In the thoughts of my tomorrows From my past no regrets Only memories of sorrow, lies. Innocence nobody sees All the intentions underneath Childhood
was a time, now far away That now belongs to yesterday But late at night if you believe There are still parts you can retrieve Beyond our memories Past
A friend that you can trust in any midsummer's burning sky understanding of a druid And the innocence of a child Memories of snowflakes And of those who
call us to move to the kitchen To eat at the table that she had prepared The scenes of my childhood, I'll always remember Those memories still linger
jingle-jangle Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? There's a man in the theater with girlish eyes Who's holdin' my childhood
on every shore And I'll try, oh Lord, I'll try to carry on I look to the sea Reflections in the waves spark my memory Some happy, some sad I think of childhood
I'm floating back to a deeper need Some childhood memory What did you take from me I'm floating back to an early stage Before the birth of fear Before
laughter and our tears With every phrase we see the . . . past unfold . . . Like memories in gold. Some tunes remind us of our childhood days . . .
2300 Jackson Street, 2300 Jackson Street Memories of growing up and working hard Our childhood passed us by Mom and dad, they sacrificed their wants
She's got a smile that it seems to me Reminds me of childhood memories Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky Now and then when I see her
name was something you couldn't face to know. Until you heard it that one night behind the mask we call rock and roll. Stage after stage my attitudes and memories
down This is good ground Yea Mamma had me diggin' in her flower bed There it was an arrowhead All I wanted to be, was Cherokee Seasons change and childhood
they were young They would wish for the summer evenings that would never end Now the day's too long And the key to life is locked away in childhood memories