Photograph Songtext
von Nickelback

Look at this photograph
Every time I do, it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red?
And what the hell is on Joey′s head?
This is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneaking out

This is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must have done it half a dozen times
I wonder if it's too late
Should I go back and try to graduate?
Life′s better now than it was back then
If I was them, I wouldn't let me in

Oh, whoa, whoa
Oh, God, I, I


Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to see it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the bridge that I was looking for
It′s hard to see it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Good, good, good, goodbye

Remember the old arcade?
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The carpet′s faded and it's hanging out
They say somebody went and burned it down

We used to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we know
We said someday we′d find out how it feels
To sing to more than just the steering wheel
And Kim's the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She′s had a couple of kisses then
I haven't seen her since God knows when

Oh, whoa, whoa
Oh, God, I, I


Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It′s hard to see it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the bridge that I was looking for
It's hard to see it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye, yeah

I miss that town, I miss the faces
You can't erase, you can′t replace it
I miss it now, I can′t believe it
So hard to stay, too hard to leave it
If I could relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change
Come on

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to see it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the bridge that I was looking for
It′s hard to see it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Look at this photograph
Every time I do, it makes me laugh
Every time I do, it makes me