Stuart Wicke Band - Photograph

You found a photo in your room while you were cleaning up this afternoon
There's a little white house in the background of some poor little kid looking forlorn

It's from September '98, first day of school and you were running late
There were tears down your cheek and you were dragging your feet as you stepped out the front gate

Your dad held your hand as you turned for a backward glance
With the curtains all drawn and the overgrown lawn, you weren't sure that you'd be back

By September '99, you'd got the hang of it the second time
Because you knew that whatever unfolded, you'd be safely back home before night time

But you couldn't stave off the fates
Sat in a U-Haul on the interstate, you couldn't picture yourself somewhere else
Let alone feeling safe in some new place

And now you're driving all alone, just got your license about a month ago
You still remember every turn, every road, every hill on the way to your old home

But you can't find it anymore, at your old address is just a liquor store
In a strip mall that engulfs the old lawn that you used to see out of your window

Written by:
Stuart Wicke

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