Small Brown Bike Wrong Hometown Lyrics:
Driving through your childhood, and all the
stories that youve told me since we first met. I
get the feeling that you're forgetting to tell me
what you're trying to forget. As we walk across
the park on the iced over grass you start to talk
about all the times when, and all the nights when,
and the underneath us breaking like glass. This is
the park where you fell asleep, and couldnt tell
if it was a dream, when you opened your eyes and
saw the man hiding in the trees. This is the
street where the woman died, she had the problem
of being too sweet, and how naive of me to think I
couldnt get homesick in a week. All the
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sweethearts here litter the streets, the liberal
and artistic minds. They walk hand and hand and
kiss each others cheeks when they meet. They have
got everything in common and the conversations
never stop, theyve all got the one about running
all night from the campus cops. But behind the
trees at the overpass-a girl was once crushed by a
train, running to catch up with her friends, her
life turned into one day. And the town carries
on-and the town heals with time, everyone tries so
hard to chase these ghosts from their mind. And
how naive of me to think that i couldnt get
homesick in a week. It starts to snow as the
quartet down the street warms up the strings. I'm
in the wrong hometown. It feels like its time to
leave. I'm in the wrong hometown for Christmas
Eve.
Lyrics: Wrong Hometown, Small Brown Bike [end]