The house in the desert calls to me tonight
We were all together and everything was right
Skipper and Buddy and Lovey, those three I will never forget
Now sit in the closet in a house in the tropics run by the newest pets

Nine years it was a place of comfort and memories
The last of the sun dipping below the mountain of treasures
Its time had passed but looking back I see the truth
The longing of middle-age holding onto its youth

What is next I wonder by night and by day
Will we return or stay away
But fear not little children of my heart
Nothing will ever keep us apart

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