I knew a place when I was young that I liked But that place got burned down not so long ago I never knew her name And it always looked the same I guess that place will always be my home That little place I knew so long ago Saw the pictures of it in the paper It brought a cold hard shutter to my bones I knew the boy that died He was coldly burned alive But I guess that place will always be his home In that little place I knew so long ago But I hate what it did to me And I'm lost inside the pockets of its overcoat Never tried to come back home to see All the ash, the debris and the smoke I moved away the day that I had left school I didn't stick around to make my mark I even changed my name Told my family to do the same To run from the place I knew long ago They ran a story of me in the paper About a ghost who wouldn't come back home I got it through the post Lit the fire and let it roast Oh I never want to feel like I'm getting old Oh in that little place I knew so long ago I hate what it did to me Oh I'm lost inside the pockets of its overcoat I never tried to come back home to see All the ash, the debris, and the smoke ?Shops called to spark up an old firework? Turn the place in half just like a boat As the fire burned the field Was shred into the drains Turning the whole place into a swamp Oh in the little place I knew so long ago I hate what it did to me Oh I'm lost inside the pockets of its overcoat I never tried to come back home to see All the ash, the debris, and the smoke Never tried to come back and see All the ash, the debris, and the smoke
