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