Wind Whistles 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
