Making my way back home From where all the old folks go To live out their precious final time Past the abandoned street Where me and my friends would meet I did not know it would be the last time I'm going back from where I came I don't know when but I'll be back again I'll come back for a couple days And then we'll go our separate ways And act like nothing much at all has changed It's been so long since I have been away Even the streets forgot my name Keep up with everyone Watching the setting sun A place where every day can feel like one Now it feels weird to me A peculiar feeling Feeling like a stranger coming home I'm going back from where I came It's been a long time and I sure have changed I was taken by the hopes and thrills that laid before me past the hills I guess my cup was just half-filled It's been so long since I waved my goodbye And now these streets refuse to cry