Went to the park last night
Where she and I first met
There was no one around and I could hear the sounds
I never will forget
And drove round the dying town
That used to be my home
Past the sights we knew and as the silence grew
From streets we used to roam
Down Union County line
Down Union County line
Turned on the radio
And like an omen due
There was the song we heard as we spoke the words
It seems so long ago
And went to the local place
To see who still held on
To the roots so tight and a familiar sight
Of faces/phases I have known