Photograph

(Jouer tous les accords ouverts :) Look at this Photograph, everytime I do it makes me laugh, How did our eyes get so red, and what the hell is on Joey's head ? And this is where I grew up, I think the present owner fixed it up, I never knew we ever went without,the second floor is high for sneakin'out. And this is where I went to school, most of the time had better things to do, Criminal record says I broke in twice, I must have done half a dozen times. I wonder if it's too late, should I go back and try to graduate, Life's better now than it was back then, if I was them I wouldn't let me in...Oh Oh Oh... Oh God I ! Every memory of lookin out the back door, I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor, It's hard to say it, time to say it   Good-bye, Good-bye. Every memory of walkin out the front door, I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for, It's hard to say it, time to say it   Good-Bye, Good-Bye. Remember the old arcade ? Blew every dollar that we ever made. The Cops hated us hangin'out, they say somebody went and burned it down. We use to listen to the radio and sing along with every song we'd know. We said someday we'd find out how it feels to sing to more than just the steering wheel. Kim's the first girl I kissed. I was so nervous that I nearly missed. She's had a couple of kids since then. I haven't seen her since god knows when... Oh Oh Oh... Oh God I ! Every memory of lookin out the back door, I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor, It's hard to say it, time to say it   Good-bye, Good-bye. Every memory of walkin out the front door, I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for, It's hard to say it, time to say it   Good-Bye, Good-Bye. I miss that time, I miss their faces You can't erase, You can't replace it. I miss it now. I can't believe it. So hard to stay. To hard to leave it. If I could relive those days I know the one thing that would never change... Every memory of lookin out the back door, I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor, It's hard to say it, time to say it   Good-bye, Good-bye. Every memory of walkin out the front door, I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for, It's hard to say it, time to say it   Good-Bye, Good-Bye. Look at this photograph...every time I do it makes me laugh. Every time I do it makes me.