The Old House

They say don't look back, but nothing is ahead and what is here

Today's not much, and I don't know where to go from here

So far, so near, so torn apart and yet so clear

It's not a thought, it's just a feeling that I've got hanging around

I think to myself I got the things that I wanted

But I can't help think there's something else that I forgot to do

So I'm going back, exactly for what I don't know

I just thought that we could learn to try again

Just meet me at the old house, we can work it out somehow

Even though all of these changes turned our lives to stranger days

You know I ain't been right since I went out chasing

These dreams made out of sand, that are falling out through my hand

And it's no sleight of hand that when I fall asleep tonight

In my dreams I'll find I'm at the old house

Still living at the old house

I'm still living at the old house