Here's a great song for vintage lovers. "Smile Like You Mean it" is all about the ghosts of past relationships and places. I still think of the house I spent my childhood in and kind of resent the fact that strangers had taken over the space and done things to it. My grandmother lived on the bottom floor and I have a recurring dream that she's still alive and living in that big old brick house in North Toronto.
I'm less attached to the house in Scarborough that we moved to when I was a teenager, but I completely associate that house with my teenage friends and boyfriends. Aren't those memories powerful?
Great song. Great lyrics.