Brent Funkhouser - Still Feel the Same

My mother followed me out to the car
I was 16 years old, got my first job at a bar
I don't remember that night very well
Those years there blur together, they flew high then fell
Now the past few years have been picking up steam
Like a freight train reaching the open country
Fading into each orange and purple sunset
Over the old Shenandoah

Sands falling on down through the glass
Sifting bit by bit away as the seasons all pass
My memories here are all that remain
Things are starting to change
But I still feel the same
Things are starting to change
But I still feel the same

I don't live far away from my hometown
It's a half hour straight shot up I-81
Haven't been a stranger past couple years
Been there for birthdays, funerals, old friends and tears
But now every time I make it on back to Woodstock
Some good folks moved out, or some store's closed up shop
Faces once familiar fade into the crowd
Half the time I don't recognize my parent's own house

Sands falling on down through the glass
Sifting bit by bit away as the seasons all pass
My memories here are now all that remain
Things are starting to change
But I still feel the same
Things are starting to change
But I still feel the same
Things are starting to change
But I still feel the same

Written by:
Brent Funkhouser

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