Wrong Hometown lyrics

Song information

Artist: Small Brown Bike
Album: Split With Casket Lottery [Ep]

Lyrics

Driving through your childhood
And all the stories that youve told me since we first met
I get the feeling that you're forgetting to tell me what you're trying to forget
As we walk across the park on the iced over grass
You start to talk about all the times when
And all the nights when, and the underneath us breaking like glass
This is the park where you fell asleep, and couldnt tell if it was a dream
When you opened your eyes and saw the man hiding in the trees
This is the street where the woman died
She had the problem of being too sweet
And how naive of me to think I couldnt get homesick in a week
All the sweethearts here litter the streets, the liberal and artistic minds
They walk hand and hand and kiss each others cheeks when they meet
They have got everything in common and the conversations never stop
They've all got the one about running all night from the campus cops
But behind the trees at the overpass-a girl was once crushed by a train
Running to catch up with her friends, her life turned into one day
And the town carries on-and the town heals with time
Everyone tries so hard to chase these ghosts from their mind
And how naive of me to think that I couldnt get homesick in a week
It starts to snow as the quartet down the street warms up the strings
I'm in the wrong hometown
It feels like its time to leave
I'm in the wrong hometown for christmas eve

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

"Split With Casket Lottery [Ep]" album track list