"Standing 'round in a crowded room
Faces here bring me back to you
Leaving town slips into my head again
My friends say stay, but I want to go
They're people here that I used to know
To the situation that you've put me in
And I can tell myself that I will be gone
But you can rest assure that I will be home
'Cause I belong to the best of you
and you belong to the things I do
When a song is how I remember you
'Cause I can tell you what it's like to be gone
When you're an old time memory
When you're an old time memory
Laying back with the headphones on
A pen in hand takes me to the dawn
Paper worn to the thoughts of you again
Taking light of the time of night
A ballpoint fast for a working mind
Chorus playing in my head again
Cause I can tell myself that I will be gone
But you can rest assure that I will be home
With the feelings that remain
and the promises in vain
and the memories are stained
for you, for you
'Cause I can tell myself that I will be gone
But you can rest assure that I will be home
"