Collecting Souvenirs

I'll let you drive tonight

We'll ride through

The town that you outgrew

Streetlight fell on your face

My tongue moved back in its place

I didn't have the nerves to say

That I'm just scared of walking in

Inside the yellow house

It's beckoning me in

'Cause what if this is what I'm served?

Collecting souvenirs

From trips we repeat every year

Fake smiles across the room

You caught my eye

Flashing vacant signs

And all these spouses play pretend

Am I the only one

Who notices the elephants?

These colours on their shirts

Are adding to this fear

That cordial words wash out in years

I know that you're not meant to blame

For the panic in my head

But I'm looking ahead

Fast forward 30 years

Will I still be a child and live these fears?

'Cause I'm scared of getting old and wiping tears

But when we're sitting in rocking chairs

We won't remember when they all would stare

Collecting souvenirs everywhere