This Place

I turned out of the station, walked under the bridge
Remembering these streets where I used to live
The old town seemed much smaller and places incomplete
The grey forgotten pavement still carrying my feet

And this place could be anywhere, anywhere that’s been
A part of your memory, a pillar of your dreams
So take it or leave it, but don’t throw away
Your escape route and lifeline that breathes in this place

I shuffled past the buildings that used to be a field
I thought I heard the laughter – the squeak of brakes and wheels
The laurel trees that grew here, the leaves that caught the light
The lamplights now pretending to be sunlight in disguise

I think of all the people that left this town behind
I hope they found salvation, I hope they didn’t mind
The changing face of progress that took this town away
And filled in the old lake to make the supermarket pay

And this place could be anywhere, anywhere that’s been
A part of your memory, a pillar of your dreams
So take it or leave it, but don’t throw away
Your escape route and lifeline that breathes in this place

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