flashing lights in the front window
the crack of the old garage door
the smell of grease and a smile
after 14 hour days and wanting more

kiss n ride drop offs
and homemade baked goods on the counter
the smell of her perfume
and floating sounds of singing all around her

the house sits in darkness
wondering where it’s family went
where are the smiles, it’s asks
where are the children, where is their time spent?

And I’d take the good with the bad now
If it just meant I got to be young again
The arguments would mean nothing  
If it meant I got to go back to then