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