Dogwood Days Lyrics

Through the picture window, winter falls

We tiptoed out as adventure calls

Breyer horse collection, dollhouse chairs

Packed now somewhere

Me and my good friend down the road

We thought our parents would grow old together

There it is, memories we bend to fix in boxes

The dogwood days have come to end

Leave the kitchen light on, one more night

We crowd the island like olden times

Through the picture window, life in limbo

Now that it's only a launching site

Old tennis rackets and winter coats

Tricolored ribbons and birthday notes

I've got a feeling this is only the beginning

There it is, memories we bend

To fix in boxes and never find again

The dogwood days have come to end

To end