That Damn White Picket Fence

The river's ain't as wide and the streets aren't as long as I remember
But I can find it in my sleep, this little town hidden in the timber
Drive on the road and take a left at the old willow tree
It's the house on the corner across the street
from where the church used to be
There's that damn white picket fence
There's that old porch swing
There is the home that seems so different to me now
There lives the man I used to be

Grass is looking green
and someone pulled out all the weeds in the garden
There's a brand new coat of paint
and all the wood has been replaced on the siding
The front door's been left open in case the neighbors
feel like stopping by
Oh, it looks so inviting it makes you wonder
how anyone could say goodbye
There's that damn white picket fence
There's that old porch swing
There is the home that seems so different to me now
There lives the man I used to be
I try to tell myself that I am only passing through
But I've burned down all my bridges
and I don't know what I'm supposed to do, Oh
There's that damn white picket fence
There's that old porch swing
There is the home that seems so different to me now
There lives the man I used to be
There lives the man I used to be
There lives the man I used to be