It was somewhere down on 42nd Avenue. Where the pavement crosses the railroad tracks. I met a man who was a war hero, I met a man he was sleeping in the grass.
He said, "You know there used to be a house here. I remember it like it was just yesterday. You know there used to be a family, back before the war came and took me away."
Chorus: He said, "Ain't it funny how you don't care where you're going, until you realized what you left behind. And ain't it funny how there's no way of knowing, what you'll lose along the way, or what you'll find."

"Now seven years went by till I got back here again, and the railroad tracks ran through where the backyard had been. The family had all grown up and gone, and the house was a wreck since my parents passed on."
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"For forty years I've come back to this place, just to sleep beneath the stars and let my mind race. The tore the house down back in 62, but to me, home will always be 42nd Avenue."

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