My Old Haunts

I'm going back to visit my old haunts
To tour the scenes that haunt my dreams
The ghosts that wander here are not so gaunt
Nor are they as mean as what they first seem

I've come to walk the streets I used to know
I knew them well, I called them home
I pass by roads of brick and cobblestone
And gradually I'm not alone

All the friends I ever had
Here to join me from a midnight mausoleum
Though I'll admit they all appear a little sun-dyed
My entire teenage life documented in a one-time wax museum
Details down to the words I wish I would have said, but I got tongue-tied

I'm going back to visit my old haunts
To tour the scenes that haunt my dreams
The ghosts that wander here are not so gaunt
Nor are they as mean as what they first seem

As I my childhood steps work to retrace
Not much has changed around this place
I smile as I see each familiar face
Their starry gaze a warm embrace

Every friend I ever had
Here to join me from a midnight mausoleum
The same old sidewalks with more cracks formed in the concrete
My entire teenage life documented in a one-time wax museum,
Details down to the dares I would have taken, but I got cold feet
My entire teenage life documented in a one-time wax museum
Details down to the words I wish I would have said, but I got tongue-tied
My entire teenage life documented in a one-time wax museum,
Details down to the dares I would have taken, but I got cold feet



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Writer(s): Michael Wade
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