Small Towns (That Heal Big City Wounds)

Small towns that heal big city wounds
And pave the way for pretty tunes
We kissed the faces of some places we’d never been
Now we’re drowning in our summer themes
A second guess, as wasted as the first
So we kiss the girls, we make them cry and hold them tight
So take these hills for mountains
Not loose change you’ve long been fighting for
These windows been shouting
But children always staring at the floor
Kaleidoscopic show reels
And passport stamps and memories
The years don’t recognise us anymore
Small towns, their mascots changed their tune
Got left behind in changing rooms
And our friends, their youths collide, they coincide their lives
We’re left behind in modern times
A second guess, as wasted as the first
And mirrors silhouette our wares to someone else
And floats will bear no trophies
Too mindful for tearing up the path
Royalty pays her own fees
Consumers bathe in self abating haves
And buyers have no loyalty
For local maps and melodies
The years are trying to change me from before
A second guess, as wasted as the first
So we kiss the girls, we make them cry and hold them tight
And times, they reach for small hands
Not too slow for pulling at the reins
Esteem makes a grand stand
True greatness standing taller than your name
Kaleidoscopic show reels
And passport stamps and memories
And shadows will compel these
To foreign lands and melodies
For shadows overwhelm me
And passport stamps and melodies
But they don’t terrify me anymore