From the recording Old Timey Tunes, Vol. 2

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Written by: Mark Brine
I carried my belongings as she sent me in the nightBut I’d forgot so many things I’d left back with my wifeThe memories and moments half asleep but still aliveAnd those were all the real things that I needed to survive.
But it seems like when you share a love you don’t appreciateThe good things that you have together ‘till it’s far too lateNow, we’re a million miles apart we live a separate lifeAnd it really hurts to reminisce the days back with my wife
Chorus:I remember memories in boxes stored awayThat I’d forgotten then back with my wifeLord, if I could go home, I’d re-open them today…Yeah..I wish that I could be back with my wife
Now that I have freedom, I’m imprisoned in the pastWe were once so happy it’s a shame it didn’t lastAnd I know just where it’s buried if she’d only help me lookIt’s underneath the dust and the for-granted that we took
©1982 Streets of Gold (ASCAP)