Photograph
By 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 sneakin` out
  
and 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`ve 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, oh, oh...
oh, god i...
every memory of lookin` out the back door
i have the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
it`s hard to say it, time to say it
goodbye, goodbye
every memory of walkin` out the front door
i found the photo of the friend that i was lookin` for
it`s hard to say it, time to say it
goodbye, goodbye
  
remember the old arcade?
blew every dollar that we ever made
the cops hated us hangin` out
they said 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
  
kim`s the first girl i kissed
i was so nervous that i nearly missed
she`s had a couple of kids since then
i haven`t seen her since god knows when
oh, oh, oh...
oh, god i...
every memory of lookin` out the back door
i have the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
it`s hard to say it, time to say it
goodbye, goodbye
every memory of walkin` out the front door
i found the photo of the friend that i was lookin` for
it`s hard to say it, time to say it
goodbye, goodbye
  
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
  
every memory of lookin` out the back door
i have the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
it`s hard to say it, time to say it
goodbye, goodbye
every memory of walkin` out the front door
i found the photo of the friend that i was lookin` for
it`s hard to say 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..

　　颓废的语气，不甚光鲜的个人纪录，所谓的“street language”——典型的朋克摇滚。得知这首歌要归功于电视上类似于《请您欣赏》的MTV；随便地在常看的几个台中换来换去，偶尔就会听到那重金属质感的合成音纵情地响起。

　　很多年以后重返住过的小镇，想起那时在叛逆中荒废的光阴，数落曾经的人和事，嗅着时间深井的气味，然后坐在旧家地板上翻看摊了一地的相册；突然间你发现了某个一直找不到的朋友的照片，就那么安静地栖在布满灰尘的角落里。

　　不变的事物。混乱不清的漩涡中一只坚定的锚。

　　然后你不再被吹得四处飘散，而是被牵在那唯一的永恒上拼命打转，直到天地都揉在了一起。

　　那是一种怎样的情境呢？