Walls

This house wouldn't be a home
Without your name signed in the concrete by the flagpole
And it wouldn't have a soul
Without back door scratches
Markin heights as we get old
It wouldn't mean a thing to me
Without a whole lotta love
And a lifetime of memories
It wouldn't be the missing piece
Without its history

If these walls could talk
They'd tell the story of dad and his thousand little victories
If these walls could talk
You'd hear the story from mom speaking truth about simplicity
You'd hear dancing in the kitchen
Yelling over rain
Laughing in the tub
Phone off the hook ringing
If these walls could talk, yea
From the floor to the ceiling
They'd be singing
They'd be singing

This house would would have been a ghost
Without the pictures on the walls to remind us as we get old
Why we probably never sold
Cause we couldn't live without
The bench swing on the back porch
It never needed anything
Just a whole lot of heart
And a little bit of you and me
There wouldn't be a song to sing
Without our melody

If these walls could talk
They'd tell the story of dad and his thousand little victories
If these walls could talk
You'd hear the story from mom speaking truth about simplicity
You'd hear dancing in the kitchen
Yelling over rain
Laughing in the tub
Phone off the hook ringing
If these walls could talk, yea
From the floor to the ceiling
They'd be singing

If these walls could talk
They'd tell the story of dad and his thousand little victories
If these walls could talk
You'd hear the story from mom speaking truth about simplicity
You'd hear dancing in the kitchen
Yelling over rain
Laughing in the tub
Phone off the hook ringing
If these walls could talk, yea
From the floor to the ceiling
They'd be singing
They'd be singing