Remember When (by Mo Debbage (c) Mojan 2015) Remember when, all you heard in this old house were kids playing in the hall You’d shout and scream, but they carried on, paying you no regard at all. Now you’re sitting here, in your high back chair Waiting for a knock upon your door Look at the photographs, upon the fireside hearth, Dreaming of how it was before Last Christmas Eve, you hoped they’d never leave, then they were gone and you felt empty and alone. How you longed for them, to turn around again Taking you back with them to their homeNow you’re sitting here, in your high back chair Waiting for a knock upon your door Look at the photographs, upon the fireside hearth, Dreaming of how it was before Instrumental Now you’re sitting here, in your high back chairWaiting for a knock upon your doorLook at the photographs, upon the fireside hearth, Dreaming of how it was before They try to call you everyday, you tell them you're OK And to get on with their lives. But you’re hoping that they see, what you really mean, That your words are only prideRemember when, all you heard in this old house were kids playing in the hall