Lyric

The streetlights hum a lonely tune tonight

By the station where the last train just left sight

I smooth out the wrinkles on this faded T-shirt

It still smells like that summer, and it still hurts

Oh, tell me why

I can still hear your voice echoing in the rain

This stupid, old song I wrote to hide the pain

Worn out and real, like this T-shirt in my hand

I’m burning all those wasted youth years, understand?

I sip on a warm can of beer from the corner store

No one’s around, just like how it was before

I guess we were just too clumsy and too young

To keep the important things from coming undone

Oh, tell me why

I can still feel the heat of your tears on my cheek

This stupid, old song I wrote when I couldn't speak

Worn out and real, like this T-shirt in my hand

I’m burning all those wasted youth years, understand?

There’s nothing I can say to that kid I used to be

But this dull ache in my heart, this is the real me

Oh, tell me why

I can still hear your voice echoing in the rain

This stupid, old song I wrote to hide the pain

Worn out and real, like this T-shirt in my hand

I’m burning all those wasted youth years, understand?

Oh, tell me why

I can still hear your voice echoing in the rain

This stupid, old song I wrote to hide the pain

Worn out and real, like this T-shirt in my hand

I’m burning all those wasted youth years, understand?

I wish I could go back

Just the T-shirt and the wind, blowing me away