almost real. - Same Old Roads

But that water tower still watches over me.
The church bells ring on Sunday like before,
But I don't recognize the houses anymore.
I'm back on the same old roads,
Where some things change and some, some things don't.
Oh, the heart of this town still beats the way it did,
Though I'm not the same old kid driving these same old roads.
Time moves on, that's what it does,