Let's not drive away just yet
Give me a moment more
To walk through those rooms again
To walk through that door
If we turn off the radio
I've only to close my eyes
And the wind in the sycamores
Will carry me home
The vine of my memory
Is blooming around those eaves
But it's true it's a chore to tame wisteria
I'm tempted to ring the bell
Mayber they'd let me in
Or maybe it's just as well
To let just be
Remember the price we paid?
It wseemed like a lot back then
Remember the love we made
The day we moved in?
(chorus)
