I went back home the other day
To see some old friends that I used to know
It was strange to see that all has changed
Just like me my hometown had to grow
On lazy Sunday afternoons
We used to drive around the neighborhood
But as I looked around I see
Nothing really looks the way it should
There's a parking lot where the church used to be
And the old town drunk changed his ways
Still my mind goes wandering down memory lane
Looking out for the good old days
My high school sweetheart's married off
With two kids and another on the way
And the coach I hardly recognized
His thick black hair has slowly turned to grey
All the debutantes and the homecoming queens
Have taken kids on to raise
Still my mind goes wandering down memory lane
Looking out for the good old days
When I find myself romancing now
The way that it used to be
I can't help thinking someday
That it's coming back to me
And I never was the kind
To see the forest forming trees
Looking back on yesterday
Never was my favorite thing to do
But that's okay it's just as well
It seems there's less to hold on to
There's a parking lot where the church used to be
And the old town drunk changed his ways
Still my mind goes wandering down memory lane
Well I hope it's a passing phase
Oh yeah
Looking back at the good old days
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