could have thought this was the worst I started to
to believe that I was born at 17
and all the stupid things,
the letters and the broken verse
stayed hidden at the bottom of
the drawer they'd always been
Now I plow through piles of bills, receipts,
and credit cards, and tickets, and the daily news
And sometimes I just want to
Though I know it'll never be the same,
and I'm wondering if it's still there
We think we're pretty tough,
us city slickers, we get around
And when the going's rough,
we kill the pain and relocate
never faithful, not to any town
But we never leave the past behind,
So sometimes when the music stops,
I seem to hear a distant sound of waves and
seagulls and football crowds
Though I know it'll never be the same,
and I'm wondering if it's still there
No, I know it'll never be the same
And I'm wondering if it's