Sunny Backyard Roll-Byes

When the train comes home
Sometimes there's no one there to meet you.
Dotted houses on the backway path
We all see everyone's backyard
A little more personal than the front.

Small tantalizing details of other lives
Not too fond of yard work.
Children stare for help.

What's going on inside those blocking walls?
What things are you hiding from us next?
What little secrets deceive us about you?
What things about life, have your children perplexed?

We see you, because the train sees where you're from
Lawn well kept and bushes trimmed
Your teenage daughter stretches for a run.

What lessons are being learned?
What nicknacks are on the shelf?
What age will your son grow to?
Would your wife be happier with someone else?

When I see you, the young sit and stare with wonder
Pool uncovered filled with future memories
Backyard children play, to the cracks of thunder
I'll come inside and watch the news
Stay for a bite; talk all night
And your house, is where I'll lay under.