It just started raining and your grand kids are playing
We'll waiting, we'll be eating soon
Wood stove is burning my typewriter's learning
The only thing missing is you
I couldn't say it so I set down to write it instead
I'm afraid, if you stay away I might forget
You're still alive in my head
I'm thinking about buying an old house
And trying to fix it but I can use some help
A home with a garden, they say it's a bargain
But I, I can't do it myself
And when you will write
I'll get in my car and drive to wherever you are
Call me on the phone
It's taking way too long, way too long
I've got two of my own, and a third will be born in November
You'd be proud of me
So much has changed since you left,
It feels strange, it's already 1983