all things break - Small Town Summer

Funny how the years go by, funny what survives.
Small-town summer still runs through my blood.
Small-town summer, like a song I never lost.
Every wrong turn, every late-night ride, something's leave,
But never say goodbye.
Hmm.
Now the roads look so much wider, different faces,
Different names,
But sometimes a certain feeling takes me right back there again.
Not because I want it over, not because I want it back.
Somewhere in those faded evenings, I became who I am.
We thought we'd outrun time, maybe nobody does.