Find It Again
Rediscovering Lost Homes: Logan Pilcher's "Find It Again
Lyrics
The house that I grew up in
The speaker reflects on the house of their childhood.
Is no longer worth living in, they say
Others claim the house is no longer habitable.
So they'll tear it down
Plans to demolish the childhood home are in place.
My friends have all moved away so have I
Both the speaker and their friends have left the hometown.
But whenever I come to town
Returning to the town feels gloomy and dull for the speaker.
It seems so damn gray
The town appears colorless and uninviting.
And I know that I'm prone just to wonder
The speaker acknowledges a tendency to wander or ponder.
And will I ever find my way?
A sense of being lost and uncertain about the future.
We all learn to swim just to go under
Life's challenges are compared to learning to swim, with the risk of sinking.
And I can't decide which road to take
Indecision about choosing a path in life.
Makes me want to know
The speaker expresses a desire to understand the past.
What was home back then?
Questioning what constituted "home" in the past.
What was home back then?
Repetition emphasizes the search for the meaning of home.
And will I ever know?
Uncertainty about understanding the past.
And will I find it again?
Pondering if the speaker will rediscover the concept of home.
The young kids take our place
Youthful individuals replace the speaker in familiar places.
On the ballfields and city streets
New generations inhabit the ballfields and streets.
They don't know
The newcomers lack awareness of the town's history.
This used to be our town
The town used to belong to the speaker and their peers.
And old trails that we once made
Trails created in the past, possibly symbolizing memories, are disappearing.
With our dirt bikes and reckless games
Mention of adventurous activities that are now gone, akin to dreams.
They're gone just like our dreams
The dreams and trails of the past are vanishing.
And I know that I'm prone just to wonder
Reiteration of the speaker's tendency to contemplate.
And will I ever find my way?
The uncertainty about finding a path or direction continues.
We all learn to swim just to go under
A repetition of the swimming metaphor and the risk of sinking.
And I can't decide which road to take
The struggle to choose a life path persists.
God I want to know
An intensified desire to understand the concept of home.
What was home back then?
Reflecting on the past and what constituted home.
What was home back then?
A repeated exploration of the meaning of home in the past.
And will I ever know?
Uncertainty lingers about understanding and rediscovering home.
And will I find it again?
Reiteration of the quest to find the meaning of home again.
What was home back then?
Repeating the question of what home meant in the past.
What was home back then?
Emphasis on the ongoing search for the meaning of home.
And will I ever know?
Continued uncertainty about understanding the past and finding home.
And will I ever find it again?
The childhood home is declared unsuitable for living.
The house that I grew up in
A repetition of the initial reflection on the childhood home.
Is no longer worth living in, they say
Reiteration of the claim that the childhood home is no longer livable.
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