When The Day Is Done

Went on back to where I once lived
Looking for a memory one that I could feel
I knew I had but a half a chance
So I took a little time

I boarded a plane out of San Jose
Landed on the tarmac in Tampa Bay
I caught a ride out to that old house
On the other side of the tracks

The walls were crooked and windows cracked
There ainít no way I could ever go back
To a time of such innocence
Even though Iíd like to try

The swimming hole down on Sixmile creek
Ainít no gators and it ainít so deep
I use to jump from the trestles edge
But now I wouldnít dare

Wake me up for the rising sun
I want to be around when the day is done

Wake me up for the rising sun
I want to be around when the day is done

That little old house on a dead end road
With so many memories and it looked so old
I could still smell corn bread and beans
Cooking on the stove

The little boys and little girls
Played in the yard of a different world
Growing up and leaving home
With out a second thought

Theyíll wake up on some magical day
Fall in love and move away
Or chase some dream across the sky
And never wonder why

So I guess I found that memory
Locked way down inside of me
Cause you canít love if youíve never lost
And thatís the way it is

Wake me up for the rising sun
I want to be around when the day is done

Wake me up for the rising sun
I want to be around when the day is done




© 2005 Jim Cain
When The Day Is Done
Words and Music:
Written by Jim Cain


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