The paint is fading on the entry frame Each board complains just like that day I hear the rush of my younger years Running fast through this tilted lane Goodbye old rooms you shaped my days You kept my laughter kept my rage I’m heading out but don’t feel small You’ll stay with me past every call The tree out back where I left my mark It towers now above the yard The seat still moves on heated air Sharing secrets with the taller limbs I never thought I’d pack and go But turning seasons pull us slow Goodbye old rooms you shaped my days You kept my laughter kept my rage I’m heading out but don’t feel small You’ll stay with me past every call Every mark above my head Every sound beneath my feet Carries traces of who I was Resting low beneath the street Goodbye old rooms you shaped my days You kept my laughter kept my rage I’m moving on with steady hands Yet part of me still understands I leave the key inside the frame Let time decide what still remains Down this road I learn to grow With all I was and all I know
