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