There’s No Going Home (by Roger Lehman)

My high school sweetheart’s pregnant, and already a single mother of four,
And all of my best buddies, Don’t live there any more,
All of my favorite places, Have been remodeled or torn down,
And though I often miss it, There’s no going back to my home town,

Tried to call an old friend yesterday, To find out he died two years ago,
And they tell me last Christmas, There was rain instead of snow,
What I once considered sacred ground, Is now covered by a fast food store,
And the pretty girl they crowned the prom queen, Now walks the streets as a
whore,

So there ain’t no use in missing, A place that no longer exists,
And there’s no sense in entertaining, Nostalgia and what ifs,
It’s like listening to silence, Where there used to be a sound,
And though I often miss it, There’s no going back to my home town.

Copyright 1982 – Roger Lehman
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