The town looks the same, smaller.
My mother is thrilled I'm here.
Most of the people I knew are long gone now, time waits for no one, things look the same, but they're different.
I haven't seen my old friend Dave yet, he's working out of town, it'll be good to see him.
Late at night I go for walks, everywhere I look there are memories or ghosts from childhood, from someone elses life.
I'm an alien here, I don't belong, too many years, too many miles.
Home is where the heart is, mine is out there......somewhere.
We can't roll back time, we all become who we really want to be, whether we like it or not.
I blew in on the autumn wind, I'll drift out on a spring breeze.