Peer through the door, I see a Saturn day
I'm lying out in the porch, feel the Sun's kind rays
He has the newspaper draped across his face
While she's there mining her brain with that puzzler's gaze
Then I leap up and fly to the workbench in the basement
Where you lent hands to my fresh and childish imagination
So I could brave the storm in the flooding of the gutter
Or cut those rungs to form, to hang in the tree, ripe with wonder
And you, the bonding glue, teach us the games that come with
Our name to carry away, and don't stop playing, keep moving
Those keys, so elegantly, pa** it down the tree, right to me, the
Strings that you gave, they helped me stay sane, when I'd drift away
Off in space, I'd think myself sore, visiting old shores or peering
Through doors
I can still feel the warmth of those golden days
Lying out in the porch in the Sun's kind rays
On any newspaper's date, I can find that place
The memories live on, I keep them safe