Stealing Home

Nostalgic Reflections: Life's Changes in Willie Nelson's 'Stealing Home'
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Lyrics

Being young got old

Feeling older despite being young

I couldn't wait to grow up

Eager anticipation of adulthood

When I finally hit eighteen

Leaving hometown upon reaching legal age

I got out of this tired old town

Departure from the familiar town

I didn't get back much

Infrequent return visits

As much as mama wanted

Mother's desire for more frequent returns

The few times I did get back

Occasional revisits lacked impact

It didn't hit me like it is right now

Current return is emotionally profound


The house got small

Perception of childhood home shrinking

Dad lost his hair

Father experiencing aging

The rope swing and the trees aren't there

Absence of familiar childhood elements

The neighbor, she ain't sweet old Mrs. Jones

Change in neighbors

Little sister's not right down the hall

Sibling no longer living nearby

Rex ain't around to fetch his ball

Missing pet dog

No need to ride to grandma's down the road

No need for visits to grandma's place

Damn old Father Time for stealing home

Regret for the passage of time


It didn't take two weeks

Rapid sale of the family home

From the time the sign first went up

Quick transition of property ownership

Dad said the folks who bought it

Father's observation about the new owners

Sure do seem to love the place

New owners' fondness for the house

Mom called and I came

Mother's call prompting a return

To help her load the U-Haul

Assisting in packing for the move

Seems for every box I pack

Rediscovering past memories while packing

I find another yesterday

Nostalgia evoked by items found


The house was huge and dad had hair

Recollection of a grander past home

There was a rope swing on the tree right there

Recounting the old familiar features

No one baked a pie like Mrs. Jones

Remembering a neighbor's culinary skills

And we grew like weeds on the kitchen wall

Growth marked on the kitchen wall

Rex, he lived to fetch his ball

Fond memories of a beloved pet

And grandma was a bike ride down the road

Proximity of grandma's house in the past

Damn old Father Time for stealing home

Resentment towards time for changing things


Little sister's not right down the hall

Reiteration of sibling's absence

Rex ain't around to fetch his ball

Mourning the loss of a pet

No need to ride to grandma's down the road

Obsolete need for visiting grandma

Damn old Father Time for stealing home

Blaming time for altering the familiar

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