From the album Back To Bensenville

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Copyright 2017
Written by Tim Moberly, Pete Pecoraro, Andrew Thies

Lyrics

Been so long since I was home
Walking down these streets I've known
All at once you brought me back
Rolling on a railroad track

Times have changed; just look around
Chippewa’s gone, it’s been torn down
And yet it still feels like home
I can taste it in my bones

This is where I learned to play
Little league on Gold Rush Days
Summertime down at the pool
For us it was all brand new

Back to Bensenville, my friend
It’s good to be back home, again
Feels so right, I can’t explain
I’ve got you rolling through my veins

Ride our bikes to the record shop
Alladin’s you know, we always stopped
Staying out ‘til it got dark
Back when vinyl ruled the charts

On a warm Independence Day
Walk down where the bands would play
The songs we’d hear; the friends we’d meet
Built a bond that felt complete

Back to Bensenville, my friend
It’s good to be back home, again
Feels so right, I can’t explain
I’ve got you rolling through my veins

But so many lights have disappeared
The townhomes have all been cleared
Through my windshield I can see
My old friend slipping away from me

Back in Bensenville again
It’s just not the same, my friend
Feel so lost, I can’t explain
Help me find my way back again

These days I live in a different town
Planted new roots and settled down
And even though I’m far away
I’ll be back again someday

Here's to Bensenville, my home
A part of me I’ve always known
Memories every now and then
Bring me back to Bensenville again

Back to Bensenville, let's go!
Take a ride along church road
Rest assured, we can both agree
You'll always be "back home" to me