I'll let you drive tonight We'll ride through The town that you outgrew Street, light fell on your face My tongue moved back in its place I didn't have the nerves to say That I'm too 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, colors 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 thirteen years Will I still be a child and live these fears Cause I'm scared of getting old and wiping tears But when we'll sit in rocking chairs We won't remember when they all would stare Collecting souvenirs everywhere