Woorden: Wind Whistles (The). Window Sills. When I Was Old....

When I was old, in elementary school, on my way home
I put fruit in the road, watched it all explode
When I was old, I lit a plastic bag, it dripped down on
My hand, boy did that burn
When I was old, I stole all the change from on top of
The fridge, when to the corner store for candy and chips

No one has to know, pinkie-swear and cross you heart
Stick a needle- scout?s honor- on my mother?s soul
This story won?t be told

Now that I?m old and driving down that road, on my way home
I pick up some fruit at the grocery store
Now that I?m old and falling in live has quickly come and gone
It?s time to have kids- not before a divorce and an invitation
Card to my funeral

No one has to come, if I were you I wouldn?t go
Send your dear condolences on a travel card of
A beach in Mexico
No one has to come, if I were you I?d stay at home
Send your dear condolences on a travel card of
A beach in Mexico

The signs are pointing to home again
Run ?til I?m losing my breath
I know the door would be open if I came right away

(Thanks to Tom for these lyrics)