If I Woke Up One Morning With My Memory Gone, I´d Pick Out Some Clothes And I´d Put Them On, And Walk Down The Street, And Find A Cafe, I´d Order A Guinness, And I´d Sit There All Day. Then Some Kids Would Come In And Start A Fuss
About How Great Their Weekend In New Orleans Was Then I´d Look Down And Smile, Like Their Tale Was My Own, And I´d Open My Eyes, And I´d Know I Was Home, Where My Friends Are, Even When I´m Not. I Wish You Were Here. And Then It Would Rain, Like It Sometimes Does, If We Were Bored That Wouldn´t Bother Us. We´d Just Get In The Car And Drive Though The Night, And Get Lost In East Texas, But No Oner Would Mind Because We´d Find Our Way Home, Like We Always Do. Funny How The Time Flies In Our Youth, But With Darkness Approaching, We´ll All Grow Close In The Place We´ll Call Heaven But For Now, We´ll Just Call It Home Where My Friends Are, Even When I´m Not.