Reese Goode Little Old House
I grew up on the land that we swore was for us
Oh, that summertime feeling that you get before growing up
I didn't know we'd move on, not together anymore
I still feel you in these hollow and whispering halls
The dirt around the memories we made
I can hear you laugh across the plain
At that little old house on the side of the road
That you said we'd build for when we got old
And I still see you and me on the floor
Thinking about a wraparound porch for that little old house
We were ten years of age, scrolling through the years of pain
That we didn't get to see until we were thirteen
Then that time had come and pass like a train leaving fast
Out the window pane I see your name and I see it back
You were somewhere in the past
At that little old house on the side of the road
That we said we'd build for when we got old
And I still see you and me on the floor
Thinking about a wraparound porch for that little old house
Cause my friends left me crying in my room
You were the only one that I held on to
And there I watch you leaving me blue
Didn't think you'd hurt me as much as they do
That little old house
Tired walls that ran us out
I still see the fallout
Where are you now?
And I'm still trying to figure out whatever happened to us now
Our little old house
Our little old house
