歌詞

Yeah

Some places never leave you

Nobody left ’cause they hated this place

Nobody ran, nobody walked away

We went searching for somewhere to live

But part of our hearts still lives here

We got the mountains, we got the land

Rice in the fields, old homes still stand

Time moved on, but these memories remain

And I know I'll see this place again

Granddad cut cedar straight off the hill

Built this house with his hands and his will

Grandma out front with dirt on her palms

Growing our food right next to the farm

Spring came around, everybody planted

Fall came down, everybody harvested

Father to son, then son to child

That's how this place survived for a while

Rice on the table, wood for the flame

Roof over our heads with the family name

We didn't need much from the outside world

Everything we needed was right here

But time don't stop for an old hometown

New roads got built and they all led out

Kids went looking for jobs and dreams

And somewhere along the way

They stopped coming back

Nobody meant to leave it behind

Nobody knew it'd be the last time

We thought these lights would always shine

We thought we'd always have more time

Nobody left ’cause they hated this place

Nobody ran, nobody walked away

We went searching for somewhere to live

But part of our hearts still lives here

We got the mountains, we got the land

Rice in the fields, old homes still stand

Time moved on, but these memories remain

And I know I'll see this place again

Fifty rooftops, but the lights stay low

See a kid outside, maybe visiting home

Used to hear 'em running all over these roads

Now those same kids got kids of their own

"You wanna inherit? Then live right here"

"You wanna live here? Then build a career"

Where's the work? Man, nobody knows

Farm that rice or pack up and go

And now the conversations changed with time

Not "Who's taking over?" but "How do we close?"

Which house is next? Everybody knows

Everybody's watching how the first one goes

Main house, storehouse, rooms out back

Rice fields, mountains, acres of land

Once every piece was a way to survive

Now every piece needs somebody's life

Funny, isn't it?

We got a house

We got land

We got water

We can grow food

We got almost everything

Except people

A hundred and eighty years in these walls

How many names? Man, nobody knows

How many dinners, how many fights?

How many children slept here at night?

You can tear down a house in a couple of days

But you can't tear memories out the same way

Everybody says, "You gotta preserve it"

But memories alone can't maintain it

One day the final porch light dies

Grass takes over, roads lose their lines

Maybe this name disappears from the map

But you can't erase the lives that it had

No

You can't erase that

So if the lights go out someday

If these old walls all fade away

I'll close my eyes and I'll still see

Every piece of what this place gave me

NOBODY LEFT 'CAUSE THEY HATED THIS PLACE

NOBODY LOST, NOBODY FAILED

TIME JUST TURNED ANOTHER PAGE

BUT IT CAN'T TAKE THESE MEMORIES AWAY

Homes may fall and fields may fade

Someday no voices will call out these names

BUT THE MOUNTAINS REMAIN

AND THE RIVERS STILL RUN

AND SPRING WILL RETURN

LIKE IT ALWAYS HAS DONE

When there's nobody left around

The cedar trees will still move in the wind

And everything we were back then

Will live somewhere inside of us

So I won't say goodbye

No, not tonight

As long as one light's still burning

This village is alive

So I won't say goodbye

Not yet

Until this village sleeps