(Tyler/Perry)
Light voices scream, nothing seems real's a dream
Leaving the things that you learned behind
Leaving the things that you love behind
All of the things that you learned were real
Nothing except for the years
Voices scream, nothing seems real's a dream
(chorus)
Toys, toys, toys in the attic
Toys, toys, toys in the attic
Toys, toys, toys in the attic
Leaving the things that you love behind
Leaving the things that you learned behind
All of the things that you learned were real
Nothing except for the years
Voices scream,
A Place Of Her Own
(Ralph Covert - Waterdog Music / ASCAP)
A bed and a chair
An empty box on the stair
A smile in the mirror
As she picks up the phone
A place of her own
She calls me to say
She moved in today
If I'm doing nothing
She's got somewhere to go
A place of her own
And home is more than a pillow on the floor
It's more than four walls and a doorway
It's your space to grow
I drop by at eight
With Chinese food in a bag
She says the walls need painting
Then laughs and pulls me close
A place of her own
And home is more than a pillow on the floor
It's more than four walls and a doorway
It's your space to grow
A place of her own