I saw roses choking in the grassFlaking paint, a broken window paneMailbox barely standing by the drivewayI can almost see the nameA swing set and forgotten toysFor little boys and girls played happy gamesEverything I gave a damn about is goneBut all the memories still remainThe old man from the house across the streetAsked how's it going and I said fineBut the expression on his face would make me thinkHe could almost read my mindThat Johnson boy from down the roadWas a good old manI was asking if the kids could come and playLord, I wish I could have told him yesBut I just said I guess I'm not todayI just came home to count the memoriesThat I've been counting in my mindI just came home to count the memoriesFrom a better day and timeBirds that sing a pretty songAren't singing like they did when you were hereCause there's no happiness in musicIn the world of musicIf somebody isn't close enough to careI picked a ragged daisyFrom its home out in the corner of the yardShe loves me, she loves meI don't have to wander anymoreI just came home to count the memoriesThat I've been counting in my mindI just came home to count the memoriesFrom a better day and timeI just came home to count the memories