I am driving
down memory lane
and I wonder
what has changed
Broken windows
gas station wine
Let's raise a glass to
the good old times
There's a chance that
you moved on
packed your bags
and you're long gone
Same old number
different lives
Oh I know
I never said goodbye
I'm on my way back home
to where we started
and then high all day
to forget our problems
I made it
Did you make it
I'm on my way back home
I'm open-hearted
Are you still that kid
or a little guarded
I made it
Did you make it
Hope you made it
on your own
Do you remember
we made plans
in our hometown
that we outran
One works the corners
one numbs the pain
One got married
one lost his faith
You guys raised me
made me strong
and in my heart
you all live on
You got my number
call sometime
though I never ever
said goodbye
I'm on my way back home
to where we started
and then high all day
to forget our problems
I made it
Did you make it
I'm on my way back home
I'm open-hearted
Are you still that kid
or a little guarded
I made it
Did you make it
Hope you made it
on your own
I'm on my way back home
I'm open-hearted
Are you still that kid
or a little guarded
I made it
Did you make it
Hope you made it
on your own