I still remember this town
Though it's been years since I've been around
All the stores boarded up, changed names or burnt down
But I still remember this town
I still remember the storms
The fireplace burned just to keep our house warm
How we all felt so brave when we were misinformed
But I still remember the storms
I haven't forgotten this street
The burning, cracked blacktop beneath my bare feet
Through unbearable winters and covered concrete
I haven't forgotten this street
I haven't forgotten your face
So many memories time couldn't erase
And an old picture book holds each one just in case
But I haven't forgotten your face
I still can't remember my dreams
But recall you telling me yours frequently
And wishing I could pull one out of my sleeve
But I still can't remember my dreams
But I still remember this town
Rusted old streetlights and snow on the ground
Though the home I once knew is not the home that I've found
I still remember this town.
credits
from Paper Window,
released December 15, 2010
Cello - Noah Capurso
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