walking downtown and everything reminds me of her
on the corner looking up at a window
this is where she used to live
nights spent in that cramped apartment
on the bed couch keeping warm
the ghost that lived there and the creepy landlord
The run down mansion of a house the photo hut
where I first learned her name
and the bus where I first saw her face
every where I go I see her face and hear her voice
the sidewalks and the buildings all hold memories
that they throw at me no matter how much I protest
yeah and there is nothing I can do because
everything reminds me of her