When the last of the pieces Fit in too easy I never felt safe Homecoming evening Was never as good As just going away Cowboys & Outlaws The bravery we heard of Was all just cliches Now I'm leaving The older I grow, the less I do know I'm losing the things that I once loved Memories and people I used to believe in They never quite seem to hold up To the past When the strings have been broken And the door's been pushed open It can't be undone In a small fickle moment The blue of the ocean Is drained by the sun When the battle's been fought here And finally the smoke clears You will see no one They'll be gone then The older I grow, the less I do know I'm losing the things that I once loved Memories and people I used to believe in They never quite seem to hold up To the past The older I grow, the less I do know I'm losing the things that I once loved Memories and people I used to believe in They never quite seem to hold up To the past