IRC-Galleria

Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red?
And what the hell is on JoeyÂ’s head?

This is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneakinÂ’ out

This is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I mustÂ’ve done it half a dozen times

I wonder if itÂ’s too late
Should I go back and try to graduate
LifeÂ’s better now than it was back then
If I was them, I wouldnÂ’t let me in

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
ItÂ’s hard to say
ItÂ’s time to say it
Goodbye, Goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for

It's hard to say
ItÂ’s time to say it