I watched you all
From when I was small
Growing up, getting tall

You don't recognize me
But I know you
I see you still living in this same town
Itching to get out
Using liquor and beer to escape from your sad lives
And hometown cries
Wanting to go back to when things were:

Belly button rings,
Home phone calls,
Abusing ducks on your retreat

You ask "why do we stay here?"
Because everyone has that one good year
Everyone tries to get back to that one good year
Tries to hold on to the memories of that one good year

We stick around for those small glimpses of what life was
Burying the time capsule by the rail road