Ever miss the house you lived in when you were a kid?

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The song says it all...

I used to find my way back home
From the park across the field
Where I lost myself in hours of make believe
The first day I went off to school
I turned my nervous head
To watch my house grow smaller
Each and every step

When you're six years old
Here to there is far
And time can't go nearly fast enough
Everything you know
Is in your own back yard
And simple are the days you're dreaming of

I used to find my way back home
From my bachelor suite downtown
But when I bought a car
My thoughts were elsewhere bound
So the little house was left behind
My days there all but done
Oh, I was into love
And full of yet to come

Life at twenty-two
Means cutting all your strings
And travelling the road to who you'll be
Life at thirty-four
Means mortgages and kids who ask you
"Mummy, were you ever six like me?"

I used to find my way back home
But the house is gone today
And there's another one now
Standing in its place
I've come to walk across this field
I'm six years old again
Spending hours in the park where I'd pretend

Time accelerates
Trees grow thirty feet
Sidewalks crack and neighbours move away
Little houses fall
The world becomes so small
But it's funny, I'm still looking for my way

Back home...