When I was just a little kid
you became my very best friend,
Soon as I had done my chores,
I'd beat a path from our house to yours..
One Christmas we both asked for bikes,
One in red, one blue and white
I'll never forget that magic morn',
My first ride from our house to yours~
From our house to yours..
Twenty-one mailboxes, twenty-one doors..
For ten years or more..
It was back and forth from our house to yours..

One summer we both had a crush,
On a boy who lived down the road from us..
He liked me but he liked you more,
I watched him go from our house to yours..
I remember the day you turned thirteen,
Thought you had grown too old for me,
But I taught you make-up, you taught me boys,
We burned up the phone lines from our house to yours..
From our house to yours..
Seven numbers, twenty-one doors..
For ten years or more..
I knew way from our house to yours~

I'll never forget that awful day,
When the moving van took you away..
I cried till my eyes were red and sore,
Five hundred miles from our house to yours..
It had been a while since you crossed my mind,
Then a card in the mailbox at Christmas
time..
With an evergreen wreath on a red front door,
Saying lots of love from our house to yours~
From our house to yours..
Too many years, too many doors..
But for ten years or more..
I knew the way
From our house to yours..