John Anderson
Miscellaneous
I Just Came Home To Count The Memories (1982)
I saw roses choking in the grass, flaking paint and a broken windowpane
A mailbox barely standing 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 memory still remains.
The old man from the house across the street asked, how’s it going 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 him yes, but I just said, I guess no not today
I just came home to count the memories
That I’ve been counting in my mind
I just came home to count the memories
Of a better day and time.
All the birds that sang their pretty songs aren’t singing like they did when we were here
Cause there’s no happiness in music if somebody isn’t close enough to hear
I picked a ragged daisy from it’s home out in the corner the yard
She loves me she loves me not now I don’t have to wonder anymore
I just came home to count the memories
That I’ve been counting in my mind
I just came home to count the memories
I guess it’s time to say good-bye

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