You wore your school dress above the knee
I drove to impress, hoping you’d notice me
Then we were lost
Don’t want to be found
You loved me once
We were the talk of the town
We were the talk of the town
Too young, too smart
Too quick to sharp
We were the talk of the town
We’re looking out at a beautiful world
They’re looking in at our beautiful world
As soon as we can
We’ll be gone again
And there’s no place like home
There’s no place like home
And there’s no place like home
Everything has an end
Everything has a start
Everything is cyclical
In love and art