Testo This Place

This Place Busted doors and broken women hang out in the street Faces unfamiliar turn to stare and not to greet And the old café door?s permanently closed, no more cappuccino brewing There?s a pair of eyes peering through the afterglow Wondering what the hell I?m doin? This place used to be my home This town I used to call my own Over the years nothin? and no one?s grown In this place, I used to call my home The old tree on the hill?s still standin? Where my baby and I used to lay down She taught me about livin?, lovin? and life My first and only love from this town And the plain old houses seem like long lost friends But most have been torn down I guess they tried to make way for some kinda progress So hard to find in this town This place used to be my home This town I used to call my own Over the years nothin? and nobody?s grown In this place, I used to call my home Fields of green and lazy skies Golden memories just pass me by When you go back, well, it?s never the same I know it?s true But I?m still hooked on you ? and this place The old café door?s permanently closed, no more cappuccino brewing There?s a pair of eyes peering through the afterglow Wonderin? what the hell I?m doin? This place used to be my home This town I used to call my own Over the years nothin? and no one?s grown In this place ? This place used to be my home This town I used to call my own Over the years nothin? and no one?s grown In this place, I used to call my home