Young Writers Society

this is a country-style song, so probably most of you won't want to read it...but if you do, thanks.

Around This Wooden Table

Verse 1
I was sittin’ at our wooden table,
Thinkin’ ‘bout the last few days.
And the pain of what had happened,
Took my breath away.
I was frozen in place,
Staring at the table’s dark wood grains,
And the memories of our time together
Flooded my brain.

Chorus
We all ate supper ‘round this wooden table,
Then went and tossed a baseball in the backyard,
I remember how he taught me to drive a car
In the field behind our barn.
Saturday mornin’ fishing,
It was just him and me,
Yeah, every time I think about
The years before,
I remember when…
We ate supper ‘round this wooden table.

Verse 2, part 1
Today I was at the funeral,
And as I saw my father’s face, for the last time,
I thought of the happiness that he left behind…
When our family was still whole.
How he was the greatest he could ever be.

(Short Instrumental)

Verse 2, part 2
Because no one had ever been there for me,
Like he always had been.
And no matter how bad my day had gone,
I could always count on him.
Yeah—
He would make it better ev’ry time.

Chorus (present tense)
We’d eat supper ‘round this wooden table,
Then go and toss a baseball in the backyard,
Oh, he taught me to drive a car
In the field behind our barn.
Saturday mornin’ we’d go fishing,
It was just him and me,
Yeah, every time I think about
The years before,
I remember when…
We ate supper ‘round this wooden table.

Verse 3
Already I miss him a lot, but I know
I’ll never forget his smile.
‘Cause like a knothole in that table,
He built with his own hands,
He has made his mark on me,
Yeah, I— will never forget…

Chorus 2x
How we all ate supper ‘round this wooden table,
Then went and tossed a baseball in the backyard,
I remember how he taught me to drive a car
In the field behind our barn.
Saturday mornin’ fishing,
It was just him and me,
Yeah, every time I think about
The years before,
I remember when
We all ate supper ‘round this wooden table,
Then went and tossed a baseball in the backyard,
I remember how he taught me to drive a car
In the field behind our barn.
Saturday mornin’ fishing,
It was just him and me,
Yeah, every time I think about
The years before,
I remember when…

Instruments fade



EDIT: I just changed the rating to G because...I don't feel as though there's anything wrong with it.