I haven't been to Linton In a long, long while
This towns got a way of hurting you instead of making you smile
You feel it in the bricks, you feel it in the stares
Coming at you when you come around here
I remember your skin and your punk rock hair
They said that you were trouble but I didn't really care
We started our own revolution and I liked the way you walked
We were gone and out the door before anyone came and knocked
Maybe we could have made it and maybe we could have tried
Seems the world was stacked against us and it was easier just to hide
Maybe there was a reason to find our great escape
Sometimes the perfect life is a dangerous place
We ended up in the city and we found ourselves a place
It wasn't much of anything, surprized we even stayed
But we were like cold water racing down a stream
You can't hold back something you believe in
I remember your eyes when you told me you were late
I tried to catch the tears running down your face
We didn't have much money, we were just so young
To be making these decisions for anyone
I came through Linton just the other day
Found myself lost again and taking the long way
Maybe I saw you standing by the old swing
Maybe you were happy and maybe it was just a dream...