Lyrics Photograph - Caleb Hyles , Jonathan Young

Look at this photograph.
Every time I do it makes me laugh.
How did our eyes get so red?
And what the hell is on Joey's head?

This is where I grew up.
I think the present owner fixed it up.
I never knew we ever went without.
The second floor is hard for sneakin' out.

This is where I went to school.
Most of the time had better things to do.
Criminal record says I broke in twice.
I must have done it half a dozen times.

I wonder if it's too late.
Should I go back and try to graduate?
Life's better now than it was back then.
If I was them I wouldn't let me in.
Oh, whoa, whoa, oh God, I, I.

Every memory of lookin' out the back door.
I've got the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor.
It's hard to say it, time to say it.
Goodbye, goodbye.

Every memory of walkin' out the front door.
I found the photo of the friend that I was lookin' for.
It's hard to say it, time to say it.
Goodbye, goodbye.

Remember the old arcade?
Blew every dollar that we ever made.
The cops hated us hangin' out.
They say somebody went and burned it down.

We used to listen to the radio.
And sing along with every song we know.
We said someday we'd find out how it feels.
To sing to more than just a steering wheel.

Kim's the first girl I kissed.
I was so nervous that I nearly missed.
She's had a couple of kids since then.
I haven't seen her since God knows when.
Oh, whoa, whoa, oh God, I, I.

Every memory of lookin' out the back door.
I've got the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor.
It's hard to say it, time to say it.
Goodbye, goodbye.

Every memory of walkin' out the front door.
I found the photo of the friend that I was lookin' for.
It's hard to say it, time to say it.
Goodbye, goodbye.

I miss that town.
I miss the faces.
You can't erase.
You can't replace it.
I miss it now.
I can't believe it.
So hard to stay.
Too hard to leave it.

Every memory of lookin' out the back door.
I've got the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor.
It's hard to say it, time to say it.
Goodbye, goodbye.

Every memory of walkin' out the front door.
I found the photo of the friend that I was lookin' for.
It's hard to say it, time to say it.
Goodbye, goodbye.