Lyrics

This is a ghost town lined with taverns & motels. I remember I was born here - I lived & loved & lost here, I drank & fumed & found here - a guest in my old home here now, but I can tell it's spring here by the sounds. And I can tell you like me even when you frown, but liking isn't equal to wanting me around & springtime just won't settle down. No matter how much I want it to, or how often I talk to you, or how many times I say, "Two weeks since school ended, six weeks since the ending, one day since I promised to start stopping drinking, and it's only Memorial Day."