I'm From Lonely Lane

I'm from Lonely Lane, oak trees, and the sun that is leaving,
the critters that pass me every Sunday evening.

I'm from sad memories from the past;
From piles of dishes in the sink to last.
From trash and bottles all over the street,
And less and less people I meet.

I'm from yelling and scolding;
From tons of laundry folding;
From hurting and aching;
From crying and heart breaking.

I'm from "Get out!", "Leave me alone!", and "You're so lame."
the empty house that haunts me all through the day.

From lying and cheating;
From lots of decieving;
From regreting and grieving...

I'm from Lonely Lane, and I guess I'm never leaving.