Lyrics:

This used to be my home town
but everything has changed
the buildings all got shuffled round
and the streets are rearranged
I thought I knew after all these years
but all my right turns turned out wrong
what I wouldn’t give for a pint of beer
and a jukebox full of country songs

Talking old times with a friend
all the nights and the fights from way back when
the ones we loved and the ones that got away
and all those schemes and dreams and reams
of stories that don’t end
when you’re taking shots in your favorite spot
talking old times with a friend

I found the corner market
where I used to buy my tea
I brewed it up so dark it
would just knock me on my knees
But the lights are off and the door is locked
And the smile fall from my face
I knew I shouldn’t act so shocked
But I just can’t find a single place

To talk old times with a friend
all the nights and the fights from way back when
the ones we loved and the ones that got away
and all those schemes and dreams and reams
of stories that don’t end
when you’re taking shots in your favorite spot
talking old times with a friend

Where can I find the working people
Where’s all the family that would gather round to sing
Who’ll rebuild the church that lost its steeple
I start to wonder if here was ever such a thing

As talking old times with a friend
all the nights and the fights from way back when
the ones we loved and the ones that got away
and all those schemes and dreams and reams
of stories that don’t end
when you’re taking shots in your favorite spot
Talking old times with a friend
all the nights and the fights from way back when
the ones we loved and the ones that got away
and all those schemes and dreams and reams
of stories that don’t end
when you’re taking shots in your favorite spot
talking old times with a friend