"I'm Moving" (Part 3)
Does anyone actually know why I left?
Back home there’s a field I visited one summer night. The sprinklers turned on unexpectedly, raining down on an unforgettable night.
There’s a street I’ve been down once or twice. I don’t remember the name of it.
There’s an ice rink that I drive by. I’ve smiled almost every time I see the community confirming the fac…