Bob Is Not Your Uncle Anymore

This old house
Looks just the way it was
Just a tumbledown of pine and river stone
But it's only just a shadow of the place you knew before
Because Bob's just not your uncle anymore

Winter's here
And the day don't last too long
Barely thimbles full of sunshine to go on
There's an ocean full of midnight rolling right up to the door
I guess Bob's just not your uncle anymore

And I say it without pride and without shame
That the dopey Irish Setter dog —
Regan's still his name
Well he looks right glad to see you
But he might not want to be you
Even though he loves you madly from before
Before Bob was not your uncle anymore

Good old games
Like they play them back in town
Where the wayward daughter's luck runs strong and pure
You might feel like you're a winner but you never know for sure
Now that Bob's just not your uncle anymore

And so we see
You can find your way back home
And that maybe when you get there
There's a lock on every door
Now you know for certain
What the big wide world is good for
And that Bob's just not your uncle anymore