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Lyrics

Home Movies On The Wall
Words & Music By: Donald Stephan Jones
11/04/08


She lay’s her head, on the pillow, like she’s tired to the bone
Instead of sleep, she lay’s in a heap, staring at the walls
She works all day, like every other day, trying to keep her home
But, sometimes she wonders, does anybody care, or is she just livin alone

Cause, she’s playin back memories, like home movies on the wall
She’s re-livin good times, when she thought she had it all
When she was young and pretty, and it wasn’t far to fall


She thinks about spring, like it’s a dream, waiting for the thaw
Another glass of wine, her memory unwinds, he’s playing his guitar
Then she hears his voice, singing once again, calling to her heart
Suddenly he’s there, she’s falling in love, just like she did before

Cause, she’s playin back memories, like home movies on the wall
She’s re-livin good times, when she thought he would call
The handsome troubadour, who sang love songs to her heart


Instrumental

She closes her eyes, wipes her tears, then she’s back in her room
Only one, for dinner tonight, only one for the road
A cold wind blows, like an old ghost, she feels the shiver in her heart
Then she takes a breath, falls to the floor, he won’t be coming back no more

Cause, she’s playin back memories, like home movies on the wall
She’s re-livin good times, when she thought she had it all
When she was young and pretty, and it wasn’t far to fall

She’s playin back memories, like home movies on the wall
She’s re-livin good times, when she thought he would call
The handsome troubadour, who sang love songs to her heart

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