'Photographs'
by Nickelback

Look at this photograph,
Every time I do it makes me laugh,
How did our eyes get so red,
And what the hell is on Joey's head'

This is where I grew up,
I think the present owner fixed it up,
I never knew we ever went without,
The second floor is hard for sneakin' out.

And this is where I went to school,
Most of the time had better things to do,
Criminal record says I broke in twice,
I must've done it half a dozen times.

I wonder if it's too late,
Should I go back and try to graduate'
Life's better now than it was back then,
If I was them I wouldn't let me in.

Oh, oh, oh...
Oh, God I...

Every memory of lookin' out the back door,
I have the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor,
It's hard to say it, time to say it,
Goodbye, goodbye.

Every memory of walkin' out the front door,
I found the photo of the person that I was lookin' for,
It's hard to say it, time to say it.
Goodbye, goodbye.

We used to listen to the radio,
And sing along with every song we know.
We said someday we'd find out how it feels,
To sing to more than just the steering wheel.

Kim's the first girl I kissed,
I was so nervous that I nearly missed.
She's had a couple of kids since then,
I haven't seen her since God knows when.

Oh, oh, oh...
Oh, God I...

Every memory of lookin' out the back door,
I have the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor,
It's hard to say it, time to say it.
Goodbye, goodbye.

Every memory of walkin' out the front door,
I found the photo of the person that I was lookin' for,
It's hard to say it, time to say it.
Goodbye, goodbye.

I miss that town, I can't believe it,
So hard to stay, too hard to leave it.

If I could relive those days,
I know the one thing that would never change.

Every memory of lookin' out the back door,
I have the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor,
It's hard to say it, time to say it.
Goodbye, goodbye.

Every memory of walkin' out the front door,
I found the photo of the person that I was lookin' for,
It's hard to say it, time to say it.
Goodbye, goodbye.

Look at this photograph,
Every time I do it makes me laugh.
Every time I do it makes me...

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I'm not a fan of pop-rock by any means but I like this band and this song.

As I'm sure many of use do, I often miss my past and I have pictures there to remind me of those times. I know the song is about missing the past and moving on but I often think that I've reached my 'point of deminishing return' in most parts of my life and it makes me sad.

This song is the poopies, though.

This song is the last one posted on 3/22/2006.

-=The Prynce