Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red
And what the hell is on Joey’s head

And this is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we’d ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneaking out

And this is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must have done it half a dozen times

I wonder if it’s too late
Should i go back and try to graduate
Life’s better now than it was back then
If I was them I wouldn’t let me in

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, god, I

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.

Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hangin’ out
They say somebody went and burned it down

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

Kim’s the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She’s had a couple of kids since then
I haven’t seen her since god knows when

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, god, I

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.

I miss that town
I miss the 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

If I could I relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.

Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
Everytime I do it makes me…

Now the flames they followed joan of arc 
As she came riding through the dark; 
No moon to keep her armour bright, 
No man to get her through this very smoky night. 
She said, “i’m tired of the war, 
I want the kind of work I had before, 
A wedding dress or something white 
To wear upon my swollen appetite.” 

Well, I’m glad to hear you talk this way, 
You know I’ve watched you riding every day 
And something in me yearns to win 
Such a cold and lonesome heroine. 
“and who are you? ” she sternly spoke 
To the one beneath the smoke. 
“why, I’m fire,” he replied, 
“and I love your solitude, I love your pride.” 

“then fire, make your body cold, 
I’m going to give you mine to hold,” 
Saying this she climbed inside 
To be his one, to be his only bride. 
And deep into his fiery heart 
He took the dust of joan of arc, 
And high above the wedding guests 
He hung the ashes of her wedding dress. 

It was deep into his fiery heart 
He took the dust of joan of arc, 
And then she clearly understood 
If he was fire, oh then she must be wood. 
I saw her wince, I saw her cry, 
I saw the glory in her eye. 
Myself I long for love and light, 
But must it come so cruel, and oh so bright?

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