I wonder what the weather's like back home,
The place that I had first known.
How are all the neighborhood kids, my old friends?
I miss the fields and sidewalks where we used to play pretend.

I remember watching the people build that beautiful place.
I used to run through the wood beams
And imagine life through the window seams

Life was sweet back home in my hometown...
My childhood room and the memories i keep like photographs,
Life was simple and perfect.

"You can't go back, though"

... Not when someone has already moved into that beloved house.
And I can't knock on all of their doors when they don't live there anymore.