This house we lived in so long The place I wrote my first song So long so long When I get tired and weary I might walk down that old street In years to come But its now somebody else's home And its strange to think some other kid may have Some of the experiences in that house that I had And its just a little bit sad One month to pack up all of Twenty seven years worth So soon so soon By the next time our back garden blooms Its strange to think some other kid may have Some of the experiences in that house that I had Smoking in my room Sneaking out across the roof And birthday parties in the kitchen And camping trips on the weekend The day my brothers became my friends But its now somebody else's home And its strange to think some other kid may have Some of the experiences in that house that I had Smoking in my room Sneaking out across the roof This house we lived in so long The place I wrote my first song So long so long