Story Behind The Song

When my mother had to move from the house where my sister and brother and I had lived since we were kids, it was left to me to get the place ready to sell. The song talks about the different sights and sounds through one particular window of the house.

Song Description

The song is about the changes everyone goes through growing up. It follows a family through the years from moving into a new house to the time the house is sold years later.

Lyrics

Through The Window


There's a house on the hill, it is standing there still
And it welcomes me home like a friend, oh
I have seen through the pane all I've lost, all I've gained
Looking out, looking in through the window

Through the window I can see the movers fightin' Mom's piano
But in it came and there it stayed for twenty seven years
And in this house, like every house, the laughter and the tears
Have left a mark upon my soul, a sound upon my ears

CHORUS

Through the window I can see my brother playing in the backyard
Through little league, graduation, wedding bells and all
I asked him not too long ago to say what he recalled
About the house where he was born into this free for all

There's a green room that keeps the cool in summer
There's a small room where the winter never goes
There's a blue room for when you feel like cryin
I spent a little time there on my own

Through the window I can hear my sister fightin' with my father
He's yelling about a curfew and she says she'll run away
And that's just what she did one night when no one was around
And when she came back home again she sat my father down

I love you, I need you, I'm sorry I hurt you but I need my freedom,
You don't understand
There's no sense in talking when no one is listening,
I'm sorry, can I come back
Home, where the heart is
Where the hardest word's goodbye
From where the start is
The children will fly


Through the window I can see the sign that says
Garage Sale Sunday
Furniture, Appliances, Collectibles and knick knacks
At six AM the early birds descend to make a deal
At four PM the vultures come to see what they can steal


Now I sit at my father's workbench in my mother's little rocker
With my grandad's leather copy of the works of Thomas Wolfe
You can't go home again, he said, but I already knew
This house is full of empty halls the voices echo through


There's a house on the hill, it is standing there still
It welcomes me home like a friend, oh
I have seen through the pane all I've lost, all I've gained
Looking out, looking in through the window