If I woke up one morning with my memory gone,
  I'd pick out some clothes and I'd put them on,
  And I'd wald down the street and find a cafe,
  And I'd order a guiness and I'd sit there all day.
  Then some kids would come in and start a fuss
  About how great their weekend in New Orleans was
  Then I'd look down and smile, like their tale was my own,
  I'd be drowning in memory then I would know:
  I was use to be here in summers many years ago
  When we really didn't worry or care to know
  Where we would be or how old we had grown.
  Then I'd open my eyes, and I'd know I was home.
  Where my friends are, even when I'm not.
  I wish you were here.
  Then it would rain, like it sometimes does,
  And if we were bored that wouldn't bother us.
  We'd just get in the car and drive through the night,
  And get lost in east Texas, but no one would mind
  'Cause we'd find a way home like we always do.
  Funny how the time flies in our youth.
  But with darkness approaching, we will all grow close
  In the place we'll call heaven
  But for now, we'll just call it home.
  Where my friends are, even when I'm not.
  And I wish you were here.
  I'll see you - at home.