Driving through your childhood And all the stories that youve told me since we first met I get the feeling that You're forgetting to tell me what you're trying to forget As we walk across the park On the iced over gra** you start to talk about all the times when And all the nights when And the underneath us breaking like gla** This is the park where you fell asleep, and couldn't tell if it was a dream When you opened your eyes and saw the man hiding in the trees This is the street where the woman died, she had the problem of being too sweet And how naive of me to think I couldn't get homesick in a week All the sweethearts here They litter the streets, the liberal and artistic minds They walk hand and hand
And kiss each others cheeks when they meet They have got everything In common and the conversations never stop They've all got The one about "running all night from the campus cops." But behind the trees at the overpa**- A girl was once crushed by a train Running to catch up with her friends, Her life turned into one day And the town carries on- and the town heals with time Everyone tries so hard to chase these ghosts from their mind And how naive of me to think That I couldn't get homesick in a week It starts to snow As the quartet down the street Warms up the strings I'm in the wrong hometown- It feels like its time to leave I'm in the wrong hometown for Christmas Eve