quinta-feira

by pdrpinho


Comin’ home used to feel so good.
I’m a stranger now in my neighborhood
I’ve seen the world at a faster pace
And I’m comin’ now from a different place

Though I may look the same way to you
Underneath there is somebody new

I am not the boy next door
I don’t belong like I did before
Nothin’ ever seems like it used to be
You can have your dreams,
But you can’t have me

I can’t go back there anymore
‘Cause I am not the boy next door

You’ve been savin’
those souvenirs,
Faded photographs from my
foolish years
We made plans,
But they’re wearin’ thin
And they won’t work out
’cause I don’t fit in

And those memories will just weigh me down
‘Cause I got no place to keep ’em uptown

I am not the boy next door
I don’t belong like I did before
Nothin’ ever seems like it used to be
You can have your dreams,
But you can’t have me

I can’t go back there anymore
‘Cause I am not the boy next door

And I’m sorry for just bein’ me
But if you’d look past the past you could see…