I wish there was a way we could go back in time.
I know we could get there together.
I wish there was a way we could go back in time, clean up the mess we left behind.
Going south on Interstate 81.
Coming home for the very first time.
I can't wait to see you.
And I'm standing here with my arms open wide.
I wish there was a way we could go back in time.
I can't remember how it felt to be together.
Memory has never been my strong point.
Somethings last forever like an old home town.
Sometimes that's good, sometimes that's bad, but it's funny how much this small town means to me.
There are a million ways that I could spend my time but it doesn't count without you.