This old four way stop
Ive been here a lot
More times then I can count
Right goes to mamaas place
Left to the interstae
Sraight ahead goes straght through town
Its good to be home
I waited way too long
A part of my heart has never been gone
cause im not one bit closer to being over you
Its almost like the hands of time havent moved
cause everywhere i look i see your memory
Hanging round
They ought to name this town after you
Theres where we used to park
The night my truck wouldnt start
We gave into love the very first time
Theres where you said youd wait
Till i came back someday
Too many some days slipped on by
Thats where you live now
Elm street, second house
I cant blame you girl for settlin down
cause im not one bit closer to being over you
Its almost like the hands of time havent moved
cause everywhere i look i see your memory
Hanging round
They ought to name this town after you
You, after you
Things will never be the same
But then again after you
Everything is still the same
cause im not one bit closer to being over you
Its almost like the hands of time havent moved
cause everywhere i look i see your memory
Hanging round
They ought to name this town after you
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