Moving

This house we lived in so long
The place I wrote my first song
So long so long
When I get tired and weary
I might walk down that old street
In years to come
But its now somebody else's home

And its strange to think some other kid may have
Some of the experiences in that house that I had
And its just a little bit sad

One month to pack up all of
Twenty seven years worth
So soon so soon
By the next time our back garden blooms

Its strange to think some other kid may have
Some of the experiences in that house that I had
Smoking in my room
Sneaking out across the roof
And birthday parties in the kitchen
And camping trips on the weekend
The day my brothers became my friends

But its now somebody else's home
And its strange to think some other kid may have
Some of the experiences in that house that I had
Smoking in my room
Sneaking out across the roof
This house we lived in so long
The place I wrote my first song
So long so long