text: In the year of the yellow cab
  In the shadow of the great world war
  The third kid grandmom had
  Came into this world
  On a rolling farm in Maryland
  When Wilson was the President
  And summer blew her good-bye through the trees
  A child of changing times
  Growing up between the wars
  The Fords rolled off the line
  And bars all closed their doors
  And I imagine you back then
  With snap brim hat and farmers tan
  Where horses drew their wagons through the fields
  Now the fields are all four lanes
  And the moons not just a name
  Are you more amazed at how things change
  Or how they stay the same
  And do you sit here on this porch and wonder
  How the time flies by
  Or does it seem to barely creep along
  With 75 Septembers come and gone
  Were the fields all gold and fawn
  Was the spring house dark and cool
  Did the rooster crow at dawn
  When they got you up for school
  Oh, and would you tell me once again
  The tales of grandads hired men
  And how they drove the old dirt road to town
  Now the fields are all four lanes
  And the moons not just a name
  Are you more amazed at how things change
  Or how they stay the same
  And do you sit here on this porch and wonder
  How the time flies by
  Or does it seem to barely creep along
  With 75 Septembers come and gone