Well you went to San Francisco on graduation day
And I stayed here in Huntington
And things just ain't the same
For you were growing and learning and changing
And I just stayed the same
And so my friend I'll take the blame
Because things just ain't the same

Well she had a pink carnation but not a pickup truck
And I had to shake my head because my eyes were stuck
555-0330 well that was her name
But I don't dial that number because things just ain't the same

Ahhhhhh
My heart's on fire

Hey there Mr. President well this Bud's for me
But you went to Los Angeles just you and Leslie
Please tell Patty I'm sorry about the ironing board thing
But she probably won't remember because things just ain't the same

Ahhhhhh
My heart's on fire
They just ain't the same
Ahhhhhh
They just ain't the same
Ahhhhhh
They just ain't the same
Ahhhhhh
They just ain't the same
Ahhhhhh