Out of the traffic, into the trees

And then I saw the house

And the rollercoaster takes you through the years

To the times we spent when all our tears were always tears of joy

And you're standing in a room where no one lives

And you feel the past behind you as the breeze upon your neck

And the branches hanging down to the ground

Will brush your tears away

And the scent of summer hangs upon the air

And you hear the sounds of children as they play among the grass

Ain't it strange to hear that voice?

Never thought I'd hear that voice again

And the rollercoaster takes you through the years

To the times we spent when all our tears were always tears of joy

And you're standing in a room where no one lives

And you feel the past behind you as the breeze upon your neck