Standin 'round in a crowded room

your face is here bring me back to you

leaving town slips into my head again

my friends say stay but i wanna go

theres people here that i used to know

to the situation that you put me in

and i can tell myself that i will be gone

you can rest assure that i will be home



cuz i belong to the best of you

and you belong to the things i do

well this song is how i'll remember you

cuz i can tell you what its like to be gone

you're an old time memory

you're an old time memory



laying back with the headphones on

a pen in hand takes me to the dawn

paper warned to the thoughts of you again

taking light of the time of night

a ballpoint fast full of work in mind

the chorus playing in my head again

cuz i can tell myself that i will be gone

but you can rest assure that i will be home



cuz i belong to the best of you

and you belong to the things i do

well this song is how i'll remember you

cuz i can tell you what its like to be gone

you're an old time memory

you're an old time memory



well the feelings that remain

and the promises in vain

and the memories are stained

you do



cuz i can tell myself that i will be gone

and you can rest assured that i will be home



cuz i belong to the best of you

and you belong to the things i do

well this song is how i'll remember you

cuz i can tell you what its like to be gone

cuz i can tell you what its like to be gone

you're an old time memory