Tuesday, February 2, 2010

The door on the mailbox is rusted shut
The grass in the yard sure has grown up
One of the chains is broken on the front porch swing
I don't know why I came
I guess I had to see it one more time
This little trailer we shared in better times

Way out yonder see those big old black clouds moving
I wish the wind could blow me back in time
those were the days,
I had it made, when you were,
Temporarily forever mine

Did you know your mother still calls me
She's got a special place in her heart for me
I'll always be her favorite son-in-law
She wonders what went wrong
I know time can take this pain away,
But time can't take me back to yesterday

Way out yonder see those big old black clouds moving
I wish the wind could blow me back in time
those were the days,
I had it made, when you were
Temporarily forever mine

You were just Temporarily Forever Mine...

Temporarily forever mine
By Paul Thorn

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