Stepping Stones

The songs that play on throughout the world Have become the air You can walk on the stepping stones With your eyes closed and never fall Going outside doesn't seem so bad Because you know the things that live out there Memories from the pictures on the wall And you can try Oh, you can try To make things look the same But why Should you try To rearrange? You put all of the pieces together But you know It will never, ever Be the way that it was Back at home Back at home These are marks on the wall that show How fast you've grown You've memorized the count of every step Along the way When you turn on the corner You know what store is there You know And I'm sad to say That you can try Oh, you can try To make things look the same But why Should you try To rearrange? You put all of the pieces together But you know It will never, ever Be the way that it was Back at home Back at home Now I'm sitting in an empty room Staring at the ghosts of things They're all stored in boxes That won't be found by me and you. Now, just dusty air is all that can be seen And I'm sad to say that another place Is starting to feel ok When every memory is being replaced You know, I'm sad to say that I couldn't stay Oh, another place is starting To feel okay Okay And that I tried I tried To make things look the same But why Should you try To rearrange? You put all of the pieces together But you know It will never, ever Be the way that it was Back at home Back at home Back at home Back at home