Afraid

I was pulled back to my hometown
on matters of life and death
A sweet cousin who died too young
And a grandson taking his first breath
There's a feeling I always get
When I'm driving on these streets
Afraid I might remember
Afraid of who I'll I meet

You'd think with all this money
We'd have bought ourselves some time
But all we bought was loneliness
And a taste for something fine

There's a heartache that reminds me
That the past is out of reach
There's no future in chasing it down
The way things used to be
It's not like I remember
Best to let it be
It's not like I remember
Best to let it be