When Life Was Simple
When Life Was Simple
Your old man is turning 50 like mine
But I won’t be there to sing tonight
He used to say when I’d visit everyday
I’d never met to girls who could not separate
Will I see you in the evening?
One more time before I go?
Because old friend I miss the days when life was simple
When We trekked around backyard trails together
Green grass and wood chips stretched forever and ever
Andie & Shannon - “An Inseparable Team”
And do you remember those two weeks when we were riddled with flu?
Locked inside the house; there was nothing we could do
Except for make up for lost time when we got better
Meanwhile we’ll sit in the loft bed and nurse each other back to health
Because we were all we had
Will I see you in the evening?
One more time before I go?
Because old friend I miss the days when life was simple
I miss my loving sister
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