Breaking down driving through the streets that lead to my first house
Knocking on the front door, “Do you mind if I come in?
This is the house I grew up in”
He looked about 18
Smiled said, “Come take a look around”
Standing in the kitchen knocked the wind out of me
Swear that I could hear little pairs of bare feet
Tapping on the tile
Tugging at her dress
It looks just like the one I’m wearing now
I wanna recognise myself
Making our way down the hall, the playroom is an office now
The corner with the chair where I would colour in the lines
The tree where I would sing
Isn’t standing anymore
They took out the tub where I was born
Walking back to the door, I turned to thank him with a smile
He says maybe he’ll be coming here in 20 years
Knocking on the door
Back at his first house
To ask if he can take a look around
I held back tears and let myself out
I wanna recognise myself
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