Your father used to play on the railway tracks When he was only half your age And when a voice you know calls you home You always end up walking that way Say you haven't seen your grandparent's house In you don't know how many years But sometimes you feel they're living there now It's just that the house isn't here Saturday mornings - nothing to do Your head still stuck in the gate But your father'll be here soon to rescue you He's just running a little late What happens to the places you have been Once you've moved away? The radio knows it's a long drive home You can tell by the songs that it plays Saturday mornings - nothing to do Your head still stuck in the gate But your father'll be here soon to rescue you He's just running a little late And I've heard people say when things fade away Never will they seem so near From the grandfather clock another day drops And a lifetime falls from the year