Feb 12, 2004 02:28
i am building a treehouse out of yesterdays
the boards may not look like much but they are strong
i'll paper the walls with pictures of last summers
and friends long forgotten, won't stay forgotten for long
i will fashion a key out of old records
that makes an old grammaphone play my favorite songs
the door will be open to all who care to remember
the nights on the town, the whiskey, the dancing, the laughter
and we'll swing from the tire
with the missing and the lost
and maybe we'll see them