Drumsticks, guitar picks, cascade in the night The dreams in my head and the thoughts in my mind My life has gone wrong and I shouldn't be here In this house, in this place, please rewind A house with a creek and some climbable trees Blocking rapids with rocks and wetting my knees As the sky above plotted an end to this joy Of a house named “15” and the life of a boy I beg you to hear me, I beg you to see That I am not nowhere but nowhere is me Though I'm tied to this race, to this place can't you see That I'll keep on running 'til I'm running free Skies may fall and times may change, but memories remain the same The skies above, they remember the joy of a house named “15” and the life of a boy Where once was a place where I laid my foundations Now lies a wasteland of concrete creations The cold neon rivers of cars and of time And of the hands of the clocks that I wish to rewind Skies may fall and times may change, but memories remain the same The faults and the failures of many years, comes falling home in floods of tears Skies may fall and times may change, but memories remain the same The faults and the failures of many years, comes falling home in floods of tears Drumsticks, guitar picks, cascade in the night The dreams in my head and the thoughts in my mind My life has gone wrong and I shouldn't be here In this house, in this place, please rewind A house with a creek and some climbable trees Blocking rapids with rocks and wetting my knees As the sky above plotted an end to this joy Of a house named “15” and the life of a boy