David Plenn

Lyrics

My father played trombone
But I can let that slide
He’d appreciate that joke
If he was still alive
He left our house when I was six
He never changed his mind
And I went on that list
Of things he left behind

Some memories wander in
Like an unexpected guest
They make the room spin
And leave the place a mess
There was a single yellow rose
And my favorite Spanish wine
And I girl I used to know
All things I left behind

Ever since the world began
Every woman, every man
Faces what they know is true
That we’re all just passing through
And it’s measured out in time
And things we leave behind

The young widow down the street
Hangs her laundry on the line
She lets her mind retreat
Until she hears her baby crying
She rushes back into the house
Rocks him back to sleep
She hums a song from church
“Mary, Don’t You Weep”

Ever since the world began
Every woman, every man
Faces what they know is true
That we’re all just passing through
And it’s measured out in time
And things we leave behind

I’ve got a message for my son
Someday you’ll get my money and guitars
That old Gibson came from Joe
It was written in the stars
Did I make you feel loved?
Did I teach you to be kind?
I hope that tops the list
Of things I leave behind

And there’s an old trombone
That I’ve had for quite some time
Let’s add that to the list
Of things I leave behind
It’s the things we leave behind

c. David Plenn (Streamline Music)