starin’ out the window at a sudden burst of snow,
thinkin’ ‘bout the things I’ve known,
and the things I’d like to know,
and there you go again, there you go…
searchin’ through my memory for a song that can’t be found,
somethin’ ‘bout the old home place,
and why they tore it down,
and there you go again,
there you go…
seems I oughta know by now,
you’re never far away from home,
and it doesn’t matter anyhow,
only sometimes, when I close my eyes, I’d like to be alone…
and the curtains frame the weather, like the cornfields frame this town,
like your memory frames my wand’ring thoughts,
or the other way around,
and there you go again,
there you go again,
there you go…
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