I wave goodbye, to the kids on the steps, Not quite exactly sure of whats coming next. Could be that years from now, Ill miss the games, and stomping grounds, And Ill come back to where it always snows.
Ill miss long nights with my friends, and fishing off the docks again, Walking down the street, cracked pavement beneath my feet. Ill walk around the entire earth, singing songs for what its worth, But once I leave here, the seasons
seem the same
Ill never find a place, quite like new england,
Where I watch the leaves fall down, and hear the voice of reason
Theres no place that Id rather be, stuck in the snow with cups of tea,
I hope like hell that you will never change,
Where boats all hit the sea, And stretch out to eternity. The people are all so kind, and drink too much coffee. Maybe in a hundred years, the cities kill off all the deer, But for now its where the beauty stays.
My heart will always be back a million miles back east, Burried in piles of fallen pine cones. Its crazy how well we knew eacother, the famiy telling tales to one another About the things you did at eight years old
Ill never find a place, quite like new england,
Where I watch the leaves fall down, and hear the voice of reason
Theres no place that Id rather be, stuck in the snow with cups of tea,
I hope like hell that you will never change,
Ill never find a place, quite like new england,
Where I watch the leaves fall down, and hear the voice of reason
Theres no place that Id rather be, stuck in the snow with cups of tea,
I hope like hell that you will never change