Souvenirs of pioneers Proof that the West was won These rotten beams will tumble down Replaced by the newer ones Weren't we fine gunfighters in another time? Were we celebrated writers after the war? After the war
History repeats itself But I don't know what for I got all these souvenirs But I can't seem to find you anymore
Souvenir Now you're gone, now you're gone You were here I'm moving on, I'm moving on How does it feel After I'm gone To be the ghost in the picture as it disappears Souvenir
Souvenirs of privateers Our black flag in the Sun Was taken down and passed around And put in a museum
Weren't we fat cat tycoons in the Gilded Age In flower children costumes in the Bay High as a summer day
History repeats itself But I don't know what for I got all these souvenirs But I can't seem to find you anymore
Souvenir Now you're gone, now you're gone You were here I'm moving on, I'm moving on How does it feel After I'm gone To be the ghost in the picture as it disappears
Our past is a foreign country The neighborhoods have changed I was the fool who got lucky You were the fool who flew straight
Souvenir Now you're gone, now you're gone You were here I'm moving on, I'm moving on How does it feel After I'm gone To be the ghost in the picture as it disappears Souvenir
The past is a foreign country Our neighborhood is changed And I was the fool who got lucky You were the fool who flew straight
Compositor: Royce Whittaker / Tim McEwan / Tyler Lyle