Suburban Home

It’s a fine like I should know
Used to walk me out my door
On the block of my suburban home
And call you with the highest hopes
Sweet September, where’d you go?
Thought I had it, now I don’t
Were you too afraid to let me know?
Never called me back
Never called me yours
You be the memory
That keeps me so cold
And I’ll be the weather
That takes you back home
There’s a side I used to show
Oh I showed you long long long ago
Up the stairs of your suburban home
I wonder would you recognize it anymore
You be the memory
That keeps me so cold
And I’ll be the weather
That takes you back home
Can you feel it?
Do you feel me?
Do you feel it?
Do you feel like coming home?