Lyrics

To go home
To pass the old school ground
It's been torn down
Ghosts of dreams and theatre queens
Still haunt the town
To go home
To want that nothing's changed
To know you're wrong
But you still crave the memories
Of your first loves last days

Northwestern streets in my head
Making love in your bed
Things that could have been
God, I wish I was there
Dirty feet and short hair
I made the same mistakes all over, over again.

And love can build homes
And so too it can break
And you loved these brittle bones
Though all they did was take
And break

To go home
To know you can't go back
But in your head
Building castles with a love
That for sometime has been dead

Northwestern streets in my head
Making love in your bed
Things that should have been
God, I wish I was there
Dirty feet and short hair
I made the same mistakes all over, over again