Jeff Gordon - This Old House

This Old House is falling
Crumbling all around the years
This Old House is mourning
Won't hold back any tears
But it holds on to the memories
Pictures faded in the sun
Children playing in the attic
With laughter from everyone
This Old House

This Old House is yearning
For the time when it was young
This Old House is aching
To hear those songs that were sung
But now its rooms are silent
Creaky floors and broken glass
Doors that open when the wind blows
Wishing time had never passed
This Old House

This Old House is knowing
Accepting that the end is near
Yet This Old House is singing
Celebrates what happened here
It smiles with gentle knowing
Sitting there in the sun
With walls surrounded by tall grass
And nowhere it can run
This Old House

Written by:
THOMAS JEFFREY GORDON

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