these towns I pass
on a road to nowhere
weigh me down
with unimaginable despair
because I see it in the houses
and I smell it in the air
how they were once ours
and we'd once been there
but I can't see us going back
to that time long ago
and how we'd once built snowmen
in the soft white snow
how it would rain in the spring
and the blossoms would grow
how every summer
we'd have ice cream and watch a show
in the autumn
how we'd watch the stars glow
now every where I look
I recount a many a memory
of what could've been
and what used to be
