One of my first songs ever. I started to write a poem, and the music started playing in my head, so call it lyrical poetry or call it a song, here it is. Dedicated to my old family.

I'm lookin' into those glassy eyes
of my family in that photograph
from a few years back.
The picture's worn and nearly black,
but I can still see our faces,
smiling as the camera flashed.
And I wonder when,
when we all grew up.

A few years later, 'round the dinning room table.
I look around and wish I could still see,
all our smiling faces that are gone
to near a million places.
And I can't help but wonder
when well all grew up.

(CHORUS)

'Cause mamma's laughing in the kitchen,
babies' crying on the front porch steps
with old Uncle Tom, sippin' his tea.
Kids racing down Main Street,
getting in trouble with the law.
Those were the years that meant so much,
before we all grew up.

Wouldn't it be easier
if the grandfather clock stopped keeping its time?
An' let us look at each other
Before the camera flashed,
and filled our eyes with tears.
And I wonder when,
when we all grew up.

(REPEAT CHORUS)

'Cause mamma's laughing in the kitchen,
babies' crying on the front porch steps
with old Uncle Tom, sippin' his tea.
Kids racing down Main Street,
getting in trouble with the law.
Those were the years that meant so much,
before we all grew up.

But there ain't no goin' back,
No time for a second take
while the cameras keep rollin'.
And as the old photo fades into a memory,
All I can do 's wonder
when we all grew up.