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Ross Ellis

This Town

 

This Town


When I come home for the holidays
Nothing but the season changes
Round here
'Cause round here

Time stands still and bridges don't burn
There we are 'round every turn on
Every street
I see you when I see

That old black tux hanging up in the closet
Junior prom the night we lost it
My first truck backseat
We wrote "I love u" on a burnt CD
That overpass at the county line
Has our names in spray paint white
I see it every time I drive home
Swear around here it's like time
Froze up
That heart we cut in that pine
Black sharpie on a red stop sign
Those marks we left behind
This town still thinks you're mine

Old friends meet up at the corner booth
Still leave room by me for you
I swear
It feels like you're there

Mama still sits in the front row pew
Still leaves room by me for you
Heads are bowed
But all I'm really thinking 'bout
Is that

That old black tux hanging up in the closet
Junior prom the night we lost it
My first truck backseat
We wrote "I love u" on a burnt CD
That overpass at the county line
Has our names in spray paint white
I see it every time I drive home
Swear around here it's like time
Froze up
That heart we cut in that pine
Black sharpie on a red stop sign
Those marks we left behind
This town still thinks you're mine

This town ain't giving us no closure
It's over but it ain't quite over
No girl no girl

That old black tux hanging up in the closet
Junior prom the night we lost it
My first truck backseat
We wrote "I love u" on a burnt CD
That overpass at the county line
Has our names in spray paint white
I see it every time I drive home
Swear around here it's like time
Froze up

That heart we cut in that pine
Black sharpie on a red stop sign
Those marks we left behind
This town still thinks you're mine

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