Standin 'round in a crowded room
your face is here bring me back to you
leaving town slips into my head again
my friends say stay but I wanna go
there's people here that I used to know
to the situation that you put me in
and I can tell myself that I will be gone
you can rest assure that I will be home
cuz I belong to the best of you
and you belong to the things I do
well this song is how I'll remember you
cuz I can tell you what its like to be gone
you're an old time memory
you're an old time memory
laying back with the headphones on
a pen in hand takes me to the dawn
paper warned to the thoughts of you again
taking light of the time of night
a ballpoint fast full of work in mind
the chorus playing in my head again
cuz I can tell myself that I will be gone