Past Lives - Real Estate

I cannot come back to this neighborhood

Without feeling my own age

I walk past these houses where we once stood

I see past lives but somehow you’re still here

Underneath this canopy

All lit up above us

Oh, but I can see

The sky is not the only thing that changes rapidly

This is not the same place I used to know

But it still has that same old sound

And even the lights on this yellow road

Are the same as when this was our town

Underneath this canopy

All lit up above us

Oh, but I can see

The sky is not the only thing that changes rapidly

And even the lights on this yellow road

Are the same as when this was our town