Growing Old

I'm sitting here thinking about my folks. It feels like years since I've been home. I've got a feeling like I'm homesick. But it's something more. My thoughts are running wild In this warm desert air. Imagining that I'm there I hear those old dogs barking As I walk up the road. It's sad because I never seem to find the time, To even write them a couple of lines. It's always phone calls home For the Holidays When I was young They found time for me They worked so hard to raise a family Now all the kids have grown And they've grown old Nothing more to show except for growing old Somehow it doesn't seem right My parents raised me Then almost overnight I heard the wind call my name I was gone It causes me to wonder what they get in return For all the years of love and concern. I guess the person I've become is their only reward. Whenever I was down on my luck My ole man he'd slip me a couple of bucks And never made me feel like any less of a man Now I've found it's not money or gifts they give I've been a taker all these years I've lived I never realized the true worth of their lives The gift they give comes from their souls deep inside That's something you can't buy I've put so many miles between me and them It's gotten so easy to pretend That there's no debt owed I've got a life of my own But after all these years. I hope it's not too late To let them know I'm proud of my name. And a chance to thank them For everything that they've done Now I'm haunted by memories Of the way things used to be. I can hear them both Calling me home Please take me back to my younger days I've been cheated by yesterday I was never told I'd have to watch them grow old. I didn't know they'd get so old When did they grow so old? Oh growing old. I'm sitting here thinking about my folks