Procession - Real Estate

Take me past the courthouse

Take me past where I was born

No, I didn’t even notice

The color of the door

This place seems so familiar

Despite the intervening years

No, I don’t even remember

The brief time we lived here

Well, the former generations

Tried to keep the dream intact

But I’ve always been impatient

It sweetens looking back

Police are stopping traffic

Up and down the boulevard

Seems that time has become static

As we stop and as we start

Take me past the courthouse

Take me past where I was born

No, I don’t even remember

Where I’m from anymore

Well, the former generations

Tried to keep the dream intact

But I’ve always been impatient

It sweetens looking back