I stop by the old place every now and then
To see how the oak tree has been bent by the wind
And I always find a reason in the summertime
To see the crepe myrtles all blooming in a line

I used to call this place my home but that was long ago
Aint no one left around these parts I even know
But my handprint’s still in concrete on the patio
And that cherry tree took root that I thought would never grow

My life’s changed in many ways since I left this place
The miles and memories they are mapped on my face
And standing here at this old place I find a state of grace
All of who I am can be traced back to this old place

I still know all the shortcuts and back alleyways
This town aint changed that much since the good old days
Our initials are still on that bench down in Forest Park
And little kids still chase fireflies right as it gets dark

My life’s changed…