Steve Goodman Souvenirs
All the snow has turned to water
Christmas day has come and gone
Broken toys and faded colors
Are all that's left to linger on
I hate graveyards and old pawnshops
For they always bring me tears
Can't forgive the way they rob me
Of my childhoood souvenirs
Memories, they can't be boughten
They can't be won at carnivals for free
It took me years, to get those souvenirs
And I don't know how they slipped away from me
Broken hearts and dirty windows
Make life difficult to see
That's why last night and this morning
Always look the same to me
I hate reading old love letters
For they always bring me tears
Can't forgive the way they rob me
Of my sweetheart souvenirs
Memories, they can't be boughten
They can't be won at carnivals for free
It took me years, to get those souvenirs
And I don't know how they slipped away from me
