Standing on the front porch of the old frame house in town In another day or two, it all starts coming down I wonder what they'll do about the oak tree with the swing I never built the tree house, but I had plans For so many things I am trying not to think of while I can Waiting for the moving van to come
The front door has that rusty hinge I never did repair You used to hear it late at night and meet me on the stair Well, I work the daylight now, Im always home by six Now there's lots of time, and nothing left to fix Except the things I am trying not to think of while I can Waiting for the moving van to come
It's almost summer here Your favorite time of year Hey, didn't we love to hear the children play We had some happy times Ten years is so much time Youd think we both could find a way
No, I won't get maudlin; it's just being here alone It too some getting used to, but I like it on my own I just wish they'd get here soon -- I have so much work to do Plans to make, and a whole new life to think about; But you I am trying not to think of while I can Waiting for the moving van to come.