There was a horseshoe as I recall
That hung over an archway on the wall
Like a worn out halo, up so high
To this day I don't know why
Its presence haunted me so completely
Memories continuously rise up to meet me
Of this home where many ghosts play
Their games were why we didn't stay
Cushions that found their way to the floor
The radio is on but it wasn't before
The day we left I don't know well
This memory one I'd rather not tell
A bomb they said was under the car
To a new place they swept us away
And again, we started again
It was always the way.