Goodnight to my Childhood

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Things have changed in the place I grew up
The tree in the front isn’t there
The house has been painted a color of gray
The shrubs have all disappeared
The backyard’s so different I don’t recognize it
The pond with my turtles is gone
Where we had a garden, there’s nothing but grass now
No trail from the run of my dog

Memories are building for some other family
I hope that their children are safe and are laughing
Tuck them in tight, turn off the light
Goodnight to my childhood

My neighbor named Vicki could be so annoying
I wonder what she’s doing now?
I once knocked her out cold with the swing of my bat
But it was all her fault I swear
And Charles, my best friend, we’d play until no end
Or at least ’til the street light came on
I sometimes still see him, he lives by where I am
And sometimes we talk of what’s gone

Memories are building for some other family
I hope that their children are safe and are laughing
Tuck them in tight, turn off the light
Goodnight to my childhood

Who sleeps in the room where I sang Debbie Boone
While I would sit by my window
Dreaming up ways to be taken away
Imagination’s a place that I love so
There was a hide away up in the attic
That I would pretend was a spaceship
I’d push all the buttons that I drew in in crayon
The throttle was old, rusty vice grips

Memories are building for some other family
I hope that their children are safe and are laughing
Tuck them in tight, turn off the light
Goodnight to my childhood

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