I remember the porch light humming
And the screen door’ s tired swing
Barefoot summers, fireflies running
Grandma singing while the kitchen rang
Old bike tires on the gravel
Sticky hands from candy rain
Every little thing felt endless
Even the August heat and pain
It was a childhood memory
Soft as a blanket in the dark
A little world that lived in me
Like a secret in my heart
Time keeps moving, people change
But I still go back when I’ m lonely
To that sunlit, little frame
My childhood memory
Dad’ s old radio on Sunday
Momma laughing at the stove
Crayons scattered on the table
And a hallway full of hope
Now the road is wide and crowded
But I can still hear that song
In the smallest, quiet moments
It’ s where I learn I belong
It was a childhood memory
Soft as a blanket in the dark
A little world that lived in me
Like a secret in my heart
Time keeps moving, people change
But I still go back when I’ m lonely
To that sunlit, little frame
My childhood memory
Childhood memory
I keep it close to me