You´ve seen the days when the roads were death,
And the fires burned right to the brim,
And the bike you rode to school now it rests,
Where your story began.

You read your fair share of books,
You tied your lace a thousand times,
And you saw the good in the worst of the crooks,
And your story begins, and your story begins.

The sun it burns so I´ll jump right in,
I felt the cold sea kiss my skin,
I turned around and you were gone,
And I´m thinkin´ of you, thinkin´ of you.

Old friend where you headed for now,
Old friend where you headed for now.

Window frames hold pictures of you,
And the tree outside appears on end,
And you´d seen the good in the seam of the crop,
And your story began, and your story began.

The sun it burns so I´ll jump right in,
I felt the cold sea kiss my skin,
I turned around and you were gone,
And I´m thinkin´ of you, can´t stop thinkin´ of you.

Old friend where you headed for now,
Old friend where you headed for now,
Old friend where you headed for now,
Old friend where you headed for now.