Let's not drive away just yet

Give me a moment more

To walk through those rooms again

To walk through that door

If we turn off the radio

I've only to close my eyes

And the wind in the sycamores

Will carry me home

The vine of my memory

Is blooming around those eaves

But it's true it's a chore to tame wisteria

I'm tempted to ring the bell

Mayber they'd let me in

Or maybe it's just as well

To let just be

Remember the price we paid?

It wseemed like a lot back then

Remember the love we made

The day we moved in?

(chorus)