I am your old childhood home

The railroad tracks outside your door

The bell that rang in your church tower

I am the after, and love is before

I am the heirloom in the dumpster

The broken doll beside the road

The dirty windows in the cellar

The shattered glass out in the cold

The rocking chair out in the woods

The ancient truck without a wheel

The rotting shed from years ago

The tarnished ring that none would steal

The old windmill that doesn't move

For if it did, I'd fall apart

The locket that's been unloved and alone

Ever since I left your heart