Mama's hair is a little longer Since the last time I saw her Dad's moving a little slower Just a cost of getting older She's busy in the kitchen He's downstairs tinkering It's nice to see that some things never change The stove's been on since seven The brown bread smells like heaven Feed as many as we're able Put the leaf into the table That's just the way it goes around here When it gets this time of year It's nice to see that some things never change We sit around the old piano And sing the same old tunes We're the finest choir that ever was In the whole wide living room I won't miss the city I know it won't miss me I'm right where I'm supposed to be They're standing in the front door Both waving when the horn blows Take it easy in the snow, son It was sure nice having you home Don't stay away too long I count the days that you're gone It's nice to see that some things never change They don't know it that I do But I'm counting the days too Hoping that some things will never change Hoping that some things will never change