Motion Lines The Yearbook
Far too old to be back
Where the memories have grown
Creeping out of their beds
Jumping fences, crossing roads
I find myself in my second childhood
Wondering if it shows
But there's a boy in the yard
He shouts there's places we can go
Make me
(Make me)
Alright
(Alright)
Take me
(Take me)
Home tonight
I am the tourist and he
Watches me watch everything
I don't remember the way
Back to where old hurt is king
There is only the fun of new and
Night and sweet and free
Thank God I didn't miss out
On the point of our living
Make me
(Make me)
Alright
(Alright)
Take me
(Take me)
Home tonight