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EMPTY ROOMS
Is this the season? Is this the day?
Birds find their wings
when they need to fly away
Must be a reason.
God planned things this way.
I always knew we’d get to this day.
So
pack your bags and drive away
Raise your hand in goodbye
One two three you’re all gone and we
Try to get on with our lives
There’ll
be three empty rooms tonight
The last one is gone
There goes our baby boy
Just didn’t take very long
There’ll
be two lonely people we
Set here on our own, saying
When will the children call?
When will they be home?
When will the children call?
When will they be home?
Must
be the season.
Cause things are changing fast.
Greens turn to brown
The leaves just don’t last.
Take
extra covers. Just if it gets cold.
Be sure to call before we get old.
We’ll
have three empty rooms tonight
The last one is gone
There goes our baby mom
It just didn’t take very long
And
we’ll be two lonely people we
Set here on our own saying
When will the children call?
When will they come home?
When will the children call?
When will they come home?
When will they come home?
Tim
Chipman @2004
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