Come back to the town where you grew up in

that humble small village where havin fun is a sin

where you had your share of firsts way back when you were young

where you found your high school sweet hearts and had a blast and it also stung

where you tripped and fell down that hill side and got all those bruises

where that group of older bullies used to taunt and call you losers

where you tried out for the school play and went out for the track team

where opening night was a hit and in your first race you got creamed

where you built your first tree fort where no girls were allowed

where you spent your 4 of julys and enjoyed the fireworks and the sounds

of the people and their grillen and their dogs and their children

with the smell of the beer and the sparklers all burnt out

or that party at your dads bosses house where you accidentally let the dog out

or that field where the grass was so high it tickled your nose

or that pond you discovered and just had to jump in with your clothes

where you wore out your favorite t shirt and grew out of your jeans

when goin over to your best friends house whose a girl changed in your teens

where you picked the apples right off a the trees

where you found that big bee hive and got stung by all those bees

where there a came point you had to learn the value of a buck

when your dad stopped huggin you and started shakin your hand and say good luck

where you got your first job pullin weeds and mowin lawns

when you stayed up all night just to watch the stars turn to dawn

when you dad would come home yellin and drunk

and he told you to get in the car and you held the wheel for him and his breath really stunk

where you sat on the roof of the shed just to watch the horizon

and could feel the summer breeze and the leaves on the trees and sometimes the view was better with your eyes closed

when that girl from the soccer team started to talk to you everyday

and you had no idea why but you liked it cause you had all these things you wanted to say

where you sat by your friends in the stands in the gym

where you led the chant at the volleyball games and the home team would always win

and the first time you saw the first dog that you owned

where you played and you wrestled in the back a your old home

where the bahs of the sheep would flock across the back field

where you started to questions whats fake and whats real

where your folks were transformed from grown ups to older

where their bones grew tight when the weather got colder

where you stayed up all night alone in your room

wondering when or how close or how soon

it would be till you left the place where you grew

filled with memories and relics of your childhood youth

when you wondered when all this comfort would end

from your first day of school to the day you buried your best friend

where the little house in the back yard got grown over in moss

and the dish you used to fill with dog food everyday has since then been lost

remember the days when youd climb the hey stacks in the back

when you could goof off all day and loose time and loose track

go back to the time when you had to throw out all that junk you collected

when you protested the day the frogs were dissected

when you met that girl and her smile was infectious

and knew from that day you two were connected

remember the way the leaves would dance from the piles you made when the dog would jump in

but the piles stand still and the musics stopped playin since then

and dont forget the tricker treaters that came by the house pretending to haunt

cause now on halloween the streets there are empty and the voices are gone

remember the bon fires and prom nights and graduation

and the home games and dances and late night celebrations

and the songs in the summer, an anthem of the times

cause these things are now gone, stolen, a crime

looking back on these days its hard to keep movin

forward knowing the speed that your cruisin

when the future aint bright and your having your doubts

and you feel like theres still some things that you might have missed out

well dont worry about the opportunities wasted

your hopeless regrets for the things you never tastes

or the friendships lost, relationships complacent

or the trouble you caused, cause you can never erase it.