Walking these halls back in 2009
I never really thought we'd make much out of life
We were young and dumb, broke and drunk
Skipping classes every day, skating by on luck
We had some massive nights, we had some crushing lows
Played our records so damn loud that every neighbor would know
If it was Bruce or Butch, The Hold Steady or Cash
And now I look back at those days and how they went up in flames so fast
'Cause four years looked so long
When we were standing on the precipice, movin' in here
And now we're breaking leases and cuttin' ties
I wonder when it's gonna be you and I again
Now I'm driving down the street where we used to live
And I can feel it all come back
Tossing bottles off the porch on a Thursday night
Feel the spring breeze rushing through the black
Hear the train whistle out my window
Like some age-old call to war
It's my house, but I don't live there anymore
It was senior year and we were burning the candle
At both ends, living life as both students and vandals
We had a booth at the bar like some sitcom group
And we'd stay up until the morning writing songs on the roof
Just laughing out loud at the thought of growing old
At the chances of us ever doing what we were told
And now it's nine-to-fives and suits and ties
But all I really want to do is crank the volume and drive
Back down the street where we used to live
So I can feel it all come back
Tossing bottles off the porch on a Thursday night
Feel the spring breeze rushing through the black
Hear the train whistle out my window
Like some age-old call to war
It's my house, but I don't live there anymore
And someone else will walk these halls
And feel the youth within these walls
And someone else will play their songs
On that back porch, the one that used to be ours
And someone else will make good friends here
And feel like it's never going to end here
But then it does and it's all gone
So just hold on, so just hold on
To those old streets where we used to live
Where we could feel it all come back
Tossing bottles off the porch on a Thursday night
Feel the spring breeze rushing through the black
Hear the train whistle out my window
Like an age-old call to war
It's my house but I don't live there anymore
It's our college town
But we don't go back there anymore
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