There is a place that seems to call me
No matter where I go
A place I knew so long ago I'd like to wander down the streets again
And throw away my shoes
Maybe call and see some people I once knew
If I could only see the places where we used to stop
To have a hasty sandwich from the corner shop
The I am sure the daily troubles
Of this silly old conceited world
Would never find the time to get me down, no
For things were kinda nice in my old town
And there's a spot just up the river
Where the gang would always be
Perhaps they still remember me
Perhaps I'd find a girl I used to know
And rent an old canoe
We could drift along and sing a song or two
If I could only see the old school yard
Where we used to play
Peering out the windows on a rainy day
Then I am sure the daily troubles
Of this silly old conceited world
Would never find the time to get me down, no
For things were kind of nice in my old home town
If I could only see the places where we used to stop
To have a hasty sandwich from the corner shop
Then I am sure the daily troubles
Of this silly old conceited world
Would never find the time to get me down, no
For things were kind of nice in my old home town