sometimes you long to go back
to the place from which you came,
but once you finally make it there,
you find it isn't quite the same.
and no matter how you try to fit
into old homes with your old friends,
the times of fitting in those places
have clearly come to end.
so street by street you drive the town
until you become much more aware,
it's not the place you miss so much
as who you were when you were there.
