I've spent these days awake remembering my life in a stillframe some summers ago a gray blue sky and better times not a care in the world for what I didn't know
I don't think that I'll get over this don't think that I'll get over this don't think that I'll get over this don't think that I'll get over this
I belong where I would stand on the corner of South Street and Jefferson Park and watch time fly and pass me by never knowing that all this would be ripped apart
I don't think that I'll get over this don't think that I'll get over this don't think that I'll get over this don't think that I'll get over this
TAKE ME HOME WHERE I BELONG ALL MY DAYS THEY FELL AWAY