Long Time Comin Taking Back Sunday

There's a symphony out past the trees
Beyond your father's house
The one you grew up in
Then grew out of
Got yourself to higher ground

You told me you ain't gonna miss it
But you'll never hear it like you heard it then
Like you heard it then...

I didn't mean to wake you
Oh I know it's late, these walls are cavin' in
I didn't mean to wake you
I left a note that read, these walls are cavin' in

Well halfway out of town loading
Your father's father's gun
The one he smuggled back from Germany
After the war was won

You told me he ain't gonna miss it
That it'll serve its purpose
Like it did back then
Just like it did back then
Besides he ain't around to miss it
Yeah, he'll never hear it like he heard it then
Not like he heard it then...