I saw the ghost of myself down by the river We always used to throw rocks in I couldn't help but sit there stare off and wonder Just where the hell that person's been Remeber those nights that never seemed to end? Well they did and we'll never get them back again I don't feel the same way as I used to But I guess that's what happens When you let nostalgia get the best of you Bonfire's lit up the dead of the winter It's so good to be home again Watched the sunset with all our friends And drank away the weekend We were so naive back then There's not one thing that I'd change I'd live it just the same And I'd make all the same mistakes I don't feel the same way as I used to But I guess that's what happens When you let nostalgia get the best of you I wish I had all of the time in the world To count the stars in the sky or just waste time I'm counting cars passing by Staring at clouds while questioning life When I die bury me by the river We always used to throw rocks in I don't feel the same way as I used to But I guess that's what happens When you let nostalgia get the best of you