Hometown

Now I'm 25 and there's the end of the train
with a light on the caboose as it passes by
so do I in my hometown and my memories go
like a waterfall off a cliff and my memories goes
like a waterfall off a cliff now I'm 25 and there's the end of the train
with the light on the Caboose as it passes by
so do I in my hometown and my memories go
like a waterfall off a Clift   there goes the girlfriend I had
there goes the rock and roll there goes the football games
there goes the highways we couldn't wait to move
along that long Winding Road but no one told us
it could get so cold in a hurry it's the roar of the engine
that keeps me warm a Cuppa Joe and a shot of gin
I knew this day would come but not how It would end
I drive by the houses of Old Friends how we crossed
on the highway, nothing matters to them now
we were just old friends they took a different path
some were lucky guys like me with a flash of gin
well you know the story this wouldn't be my last time around
maybe I'll even stop and visit I'm sure someone
would like to know how the class clown got down
how he did it my way Burning Bridges and making friends
to share over my misery of my hometown
now I'm 25 and there's the end of the train with a light on
the Cabos's as it passes by so do I in my hometown
and my memories go like a waterfall off a cliff there goes
the girlfriend I had there going to rock and roll there...