Time to Leave the Neighborhood © 2017-2018 Jordi Baizan (ASCAP) It was a drowsy winter morning I was reading in the front room A distant ambulance came closer until its siren split the silence right in two The street outside was lit up with flashing red and blue Flashing red and blue I walked over to the window Pushed the cold curtain aside They wheeled out Mr Richardson underneath a silver sheet There was no one there to cry When death asks, “will you walk with me?” It might come / as a surprise Might come as a surprise This house has been a cradle for our children and our dreams A refuge when we work too hard. A welcome for our friends I’ve tried to live without regret. I hope I’ll be as ready as I should When it’s time to leave the neighborhood Mr Richardson and I spoke several times over the years Mostly about the Astros and his two sons Brian was in retail. Bill a high school teacher We never mentioned Vietnam But he made sure Old Glory flew on holidays waving red white and blue. Waving red white and blue This house has been a cradle for our children and our dreams A refuge when we work too hard. A welcome for our friends I’ve tried to live without regret. I hope I’ll be as ready as I should When it’s time to leave the neighborhood
Written by: Jordi Baizan (ASCAP)
Submitted by: jbaizan on August 06, 2019
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