Give us a treble

I'm going to the house again to reunite with wife and kids.
Back with my family is where I want to be.
These never treat me wrong, when I get home I'm writing songs.
About the way things used to be.
Give us treble for the good times, listen to the story of our lives.
It's a story that was never told, a story never told.
Asleep within the house again, as evening ends and night begins,
A song of joy within our hearts.
These are the days of old, listen as our lives unfold.
This is the story never told.
I'm going to the house again, to reunite with wife and kids.
Back with my family is where I want to be.
These are the days of old, listen as our lives unfold.
This is the story never told.