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If I woke up one morning with my memory gone,

I'd pick out some clothes and I'd put them on,

And walk down the street, and find a cafe,

I'd order a Guinness, and I'd sit there all day.

Then some kids would come in and start a fuss

About how great their weekend in New Orleans was

Then I'd look down and smile, like their tale was my own,

I'd be drowning in memories and then I would know...

How it used to be in Summers many years ago

When we really didn't worry nor care to know

Where we would be or how old we had grown

And I'd open my eyes, and I'd know I was home,

Where my friends are, even when I'm not.

I wish you were here.

And then it would rain, like it sometimes does,

If we were bored that wouldn't bother us.

We'd just get in the car and drive though the night,

And get lost in East Texas, but no oner would mind

Because we'd find our way home, like we always do.

Funny how the time flies in our youth,

But with darkness approaching, we'll all grow close

In the place we'll call heaven

But for now, we'll just call it home

Where my friends are, even when I'm not.

I wish you were here.

I'll see you-- at home.