Hate This Town

Well I dreamed that I was back
back in my hometown
and in my dream things were different
cause I stuck around
I dreamed of a house on a quiet little street
with a fridge full of beer and children at my feet
and I used to hate this town
oh, back when I lived here
in my dreams I don’t hate this town
I’m thinking I’m lucky I live here
well it seems in my dream
I’d taken my dad up on his offer
and took over the hardware store
and in my dream that old store
was looking better than it ever had before
I dreamed of a life lived in no rush
I dreamed of a quiet and gentle hush
Tell you, I used to hate this town
oh, back when I lived here
in my dreams I don’t hate this town
I’m thinking I’m lucky I live here
Well a few months after that dream
I found myself driving back
about all I could find of that old town
was a rusted out old railroad track
I dreamed of the difference I might have made
cause I dreamed of the difference if I had stayed
Tell you I used to hate this town
oh yeah, when I was there
in my dreams I don’t hate this town
I’m thinking I’m lucky I live here
Oh, why’d I ever leave this old town?
Didn’t want to work in no hardware store
I wish I’d stayed.