I get lost in my home town
Since they tore the drive-in down
I find myself all turned around
I get lost in my home town

I’m getting hard to recognize
They say the mirror never lies
I’ve still got my mama’s eyes
But I’m getting hard to recognize

There’s a picture on the wall
We got married in the fall
Now I don’t know those kids at all
There’s a picture on the wall

The years go by like days
Sometimes the days go by like years
And I don’t know which one I hate the most
At this same old kitchen table
In this same old busted chair
I’m drinking coffee and arguing with ghosts
Arguing with ghosts

I light one cigarette a day
I watch it burn and I walk away
A wisp of smoke in an old ashtray
I light one cigarette a day