Memorial Flame Trees

This town made me
Trace the shape of a town
From this roof, the light, it filtered through
Intoxicated memories colour my view
But I don’t mind that it doesn’t feel like mine
Everyone’s got a hometown
I learn from the people
That surround me
When that song ends and I’m back here again
Ears atop the mall or memorial flame
Well, I’m not sure, but it doesn’t feel okay
Everyone’s got a hometown
But I don’t mind that it doesn’t feel like mine
Everyone’s got a hometown
And I don’t stay, so I’ll never see it change
Everyone’s got a hometown