$55 by John Wesley Harding

I'm looking for those old familiar faces
In the places i left behind
All the townsons, barnes and staces
And some good old friends of mine
Because everyone is someone
That i seem to recognize
Must be the old familiar faces
In their eyes

I'm walking down these streets that have no signposts
In a language that i know
And i never will belong here
And it's clear that one day i'll go
But when i turn the corner
There's another memory
Why don't those old familiar faces
Let me be

I used to live a life without a present
And no need to go back when
But now i see the truth so clearly
And i want it her back again
She hosts the ghosts of people
In the shadows all around
Until the old familiar faces
Fill this town

Everyday i feel the sun shine stronger
On the dark side of my heart
And people look like strangers now
That i can't tell apart
So i smile and nod politely
Like they're friends that i once knew
I've found those old familiar faces
In you