Текст Daryle Singletary – Real Estate Hands

For sale and a number on a sign at the end of the drive
Plastic toys and a swingset all tangled up in grass grown knee high
I walked up on the front porch of the house where our love made its last stand
There’s a thousand memories that are now in real estate hands

I stood there on the welcome mat and discover they forgot to lock the door
I was glad that it was opened cause my old key don’t fit here anymore
On the wall of the living room I saw markings and a crayon drawn stick man
There’s a thousand memories that are now in real estate hands

How can you put a price on someone’s piece of life, I’d like to know
Something so precious can’t be bought or sold
Like that corner of the bedroom where we made love and plans
There’s a thousand memories that are now in real estate hands

How can you put a price on someone’s piece of life, I’d like to know
Something so precious can’t be bought or sold
Like that corner of the bedroom where we made love and plans
There’s a thousand memories that are now in real estate hands