This Place

(альбом: Where We Started From - 2001)

Busted doors and broken women hang out in the street
Faces unfamiliar turn to stare and not to greet
And the old café door's permanently closed, no more cappuccino brewing
There's a pair of eyes peering through the afterglow
Wondering what the hell I'm doing

This place used to be my home
This town I used to call my own
Over the years nothing and no one's grown
In this place, I used to call my home

The old tree on the hill's still standing
Where my baby and I used to lay down
She taught me about living, loving and life
My first and only love from this town
And the plain old houses seem like long lost friends
But most have been torn down
I guess they tried to make way for some kinda progress
So hard to find in this town

This place used to be my home
This town I used to call my own
Over the years nothing and nobody's grown
In this place, I used to call my home

Fields of green and lazy skies
Golden memories just pass me by
When you go back, well, it's never the same
I know it's true
But I'm still hooked on you and this place

The old café door's permanently closed, no more cappuccino brewing
There's a pair of eyes peering through the afterglow
Wondering what the hell I'm doing

This place used to be my home
This town I used to call my own
Over the years nothing and no one's grown
In this place

This place used to be my home
This town I used to call my own
Over the years nothing and no one's grown
In this place, I used to call my home