Creativity

Look at this photograph,
every time I do it makes me laugh.
How did Viet block part of my head,
and what the heck is on Johnny's head?

This is where I grew up,
I think the present owner fixed it up.
I never knew we'd ever went without.
The back door is hard for sneaking out.

And this is where I went to school.
Most of the time had better things to do.
Personal record says I've snuck out twice,
I must have done it half a dozen times.

I wonder if it's too late
Should he go back and try to graduate?
Life's better now than it was back then
If I was them I would let him in.

Every memory of looking out the back door
I found the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.

We used to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we know
We said someday we'd find out how if feels
To sing to more than just the steering wheel.

Chris' the first guy I kissed,
I was so nervous that we nearly missed.
He's expecting a kid since then,
I haven't seen him since God knows when.

Every memory of looking out the back door
I found the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.

I miss that town,

I miss their faces,
you can't erase,
you can't replace it.

I miss it now,
I can't believe it.
So hard to stay,
Too hard to leave it.

When I look back on those days,
I know the one person that would never change.

Every memory of looking out the back door
I found the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.

Love,
klc