If These Walls Could Talk

This is an idea that I've had for a while. I haven't quite nailed a hook on this one yet, but the first verse is pretty much complete. So I'm going to start typing, and finish it as I go

If These Walls Could Talk
© 2011 Chelsey Sears

I caught a glimpse of
That red check engine light
Just moments before
That old chevy died
On a dirt road in Georgia
With no service on my phone
I walked to that first house to see
If anyone was home

As I started to get closer
I could clearly tell
No one had lived there for years
But I couldn't help myself
Crunching through the leaves
That had gathered on the porch
I thought to myself as
I stepped through the open door

If these walls could talk
Oh the tales they'd tell
'Bout the memories made inside
This now hollow shell
I bet they'd laugh, I bet they'd cry
I bet they'd go on and on and on
Oh the stories I'd hear
If these walls could talk

Out of the corner of my eye
By that crumblin' fireplace
I saw the gleam of shattered glass
And a face-down picture frame
Made it across the creaking floorboards
Picked it up and stared into the past
At that man, his wife and their six kids
Having a picnic out back

Oh if these walls could talk
The tales they'd tell
About the memories made inside
This now hollow shell
I bet they'd laugh, I bet they'd cry
I bet they'd go on and on and on
Oh the stories I'd hear
If these walls could talk

I got this sinking feeling
As I looked down at my watch
It was time for me to leave like
The fam'ly that had long been gone
And as that ole house falls
Through the cracks of time
It will live on in
The back of my mind

If those walls could talk
Oh the tales they would tell
About the memories made inside of
That now hollow shell
I bet they'd laugh, I bet they'd cry
I bet they'd go on and on and on
Oh the stories I'd hear
If those walls could talk