suburbia

The Outfield

Things don't change that much around here
I see the same faces every single day
And these streets don't know how I feel
But I know without them
I wouldn't feel this way

Oh, but I am everything that I say
Yeah, yeah, yeah
A thousand white horses
Couldn't drag me away
No, no, no

This is just suburbia
Somewhere down on these streets
Welcome back to a base that never changes
This is where I wanna be

I see the lights outside of my window
Every day people
Just working it out for the weekend
And although they don't care how the wind blows
They've all got their problems
But it's how the story goes

Remember the good times
Just as long as they last
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Keys to the future
They're the seeds from the past
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Choirs