These bags of shirts and soiled shoes
all lined up in the hall
who discarded these?
who discarded these?
so many rusted bikes outside
you couldn’t count them all
who abandoned these?
who abandoned there?
finger painted works of art
upon the kitchen wall
who created these?
who created these?
a mantel filled with victories
for someone playing ball
whose awards are these?
whose awards are these?
He wonders where his life has gone
what was yesterday?
he used to have a family here
and this is where they stayed
please forgive him
he’s been bowling in the hills
just to get away
killing time with Hudson’s men
who had him out until
the time had slipped away
and early in the morning
when he comes down the hills
with a creak in his bones
killing time with Hudson’s men
who had him out until
he finds his child’s grown
he finds his child’s grown
This half built fence, uncut grass
work left undone
whose chores are these?
whose chores are these?
there’s a stain on the cloth
of a table set of one
whose plates are these?
whose plates are these?
he wonders where his life has gone
what’s going on?
he used to have a family here
he wonders where they’ve gone
Chorus
these visions of a hurried past
and expedited fate
whose dreams are these?
whose dreams are these?
I’ll leave the slumber
and nine pins to Rip
‘cause I prefer to wait
yes, I’d prefer to wait
And when my child’s old enough
I’ll take him to the hills
for ten frames and a drink
for ten frames and a drink
I’ll make my child promise
not to grow too fast
and I’ll promise not to blink
I’ll promise not to blink
please forgive me
I’ve been bowling in the hills
just to get away
on summer afternoons
you’ll hear a rumble in the hills
but here is where I’ll stay
here is where I’ll stay,
here is where I’ll stay
Mike Clem © 1997 J. Fish Music/ASCAP