Here she stands again

A note of happiness in her stomach

She’s been here many times before

Every day the door opens up and she rushes inside

She doesn’t take it in, she’s too young to take it in

But it is her home

The house with the blue door.

 

The sea scape flows gently

Her bucket and spade pick up the white and grey rocks that have been scattered around

She’s been here many times before

Most days she sees the beauty of it as she passes by

But she doesn’t take it in, she’s too young to take it in

But it is where she lives

The coast by the house with the blue door.

 

Cars race down the road

Wind whipping her rosy cheeks

She’s been here many times before

Most days she sees the hubbub of it as she passes by

But she doesn’t take it in, she’s too young to take it in

But it is where she lives

The road by the house with the blue door.

 

Suddenly the years have passed and she’s in one of those cars she used to see

The loud stereo blasts Taylor Swift

She’s been here many times before

But now she’s a tourist in the hubbub of the road where she used to live

She doesn’t completely remember the scenery

But it was her home

The road by the house with the blue door.

 

She breathes in the sea’s salty air, she used to walk by the pier most days

She’s been here many times before

The gulls swoop and take more than their fair share of chips

She doesn’t completely remember the beach

But it was her home

The coast by the house with the blue door.

 

Here she stands once again, a note of sadness in her stomach

She’s been here many times before but it used to be hers

The door doesn’t open like it used to, it bars the way

She doesn’t completely remember it

She knows it was her home, and somehow more than her home

The house with the now white door.