Mickey Newbury 116 Westfield Street
Here on this street was the house
That once sheltered us all
I can still feel the love that lived
In these old rotting walls
Oh who would have thought
It could ever come tumbling down
Nothing is certain
And certainly nothing is sure
Only a dream so it seems
Is sure to endure
My life is measured
In small bits and pieces of time
Small bits and pieces of life
That perfectly rhyme
Here on this street is the house
That once sheltered us all
Oh I can still hear the laughter
That once followed me down the hall
Who would have thought
It could ever come tumbling down
That is my childhood
Oh nothing is certain
And certainly nothing is sure
Only a dream so it seems
Will be sure to endure
My life is measured
In small bits and pieces of time
Small bits and pieces of life
That perfectly rhyme
116 Westfield Street
