From the recording I'd Like To Leave
Lyrics
Driving down the old highway
Like a stroll down memory lane
It’s hard to tell how much things change until you stop and look
The old diner once stood there
The apple farm and the county fair
How I wish it was still there
I’d ride that ferris wheel round
It’s just a part of growing up
Everything is changing and turning into dust
It’s just a part of growing old
The more that you lose the more that we think we know
And we learned it all on these Old Roads
Passed by the old town park
The bandshell after dark
Lovers come and lovers park
Getting high on a Saturday night
Went by the house I grew
The town pool and elementary school
The old makes way for something new
So they tore those suckers down too
It’s just a part of growing up
Everything is changing and turning into dust
It’s just a part of growing old
The more that you lose the more that we think we know
And we learned it all on these Old Roads
How much more can I take
How much more has to change
Before it’s not even where I come from
So I hold on inside
While pieces of me die
All along these Old Roads
It’s just a part of growing up
Everything is changing and turning into dust
It’s just a part of growing old
The more that you lose the more that we think we know
And we learned it all on these Old Roads