Hits Home

They cut down that oak tree with our two names

They tore down that old bar we used to hang

The pick-up truck you'd pick me up in broke down years ago

I hardly recognize this place I used to know

Cuz every time I think that I've moved on

Every time I think the past is gone

All I that I think of is the memory of our love

Etched in every corner, street, and stone

And I'm reminded that I left this down alone

And it really hits home