Lyrics:

Photographs

Your youth has run its race
Creeping up slowly

Your mothers face has changed
Aint wearing those mini skirts anymore

Drink the world it just wont fill you up

Holdin on to something and you cant let go
Youre hitting up the bottle right before the show
Shes never mentioned word of it to another soul
Cept for somethin that shes feelin like the Holy Ghost

Photographs of younger days
Will never make their way
Into your grave

Your father shaves his legs
Its from his football days
Everyones doin it to be cool
Doin it to be just like you

Holdin on to something and you cant let go
So youre hittin up the bottle right before the show
Shes never mentioned word of it to another soul
Cept for somethin that shes feelin like the Holy Ghost

If youre leaving in time for the mourning show
Ill believe youre using faith from the depths of your soul
Ill believe youre using faith from the depths below

Photographs of younger days
Will never make their way
Into your grave