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