Look at this photograph Every time i do it makes me laugh How did our eyes get so red And what the hell is on Joeys head this is where i grew up   i think the present owner fixed it up i never knew we ever went without the second floor is hard for sneaking out this is where i went to school   most of the time had better things to do criminal record says i broke in twice i must’ve done it half a dozen times i wonder if its too late   should i go back and try to graduate lifes better now than it was back then if i was them i wouldnt let me in every memory of looking out the back door i had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor its hard to say its time to say it goodbye goodbye oh!