Standing 'round in a crowded room
faces here bring me back to you
leaving town slips into my head again
my friends say stay, but i want to go
They're people here that i used to know
to the situation that you've put me in
and i can tell myself that i will be gone
but you can rest assure that i will be home
'cause i belong to the best of you
and you belong to the things i do
when a song is how i remember you
cause i can tell you what it's like to be gone
when you're an old time memory
when you're an old time memory
Laying back with the headphones on
a pen in hand takes me to the dawn
paper worn to the thoughts of you again
taking light of the time of night
A ballpoint fast for a working mind
chorus playing in my head again
cause i can tell myself that i will be gone
but you can rest assure that i will be home
With the feelings that remain
and the promises in vain
and the memories are stained
for you, for you
Cause i can tell myself that i will be gone
but you can rest assure that i will be home