Home Town

Of all the stupid things I could have thought
This was the worst
I started to believe
That I was born at seventeen

And all the stupid things
The letters and the broken verse
Stayed hidden at the bottom of the drawer
They'd always been

And now I plough through piles
Of bills, receipts and credit cards
And tickets and the Daily News
And sometimes I just . . .

want to go back to my home town
Though I know it'll never be the same
Back to my home town
'Cause it's been so long

And I'm wondering if it's still there
We think we're pretty smart
Us city slickers get around
And when the going's rough

We kill the pain and relocate
We're never married
Never faithful not to any town
But we never leave the past behind

We just accumulate
So sometimes when the music stops
I seem to hear a distant sound
Of waves and seagulls

Football crowds and church bells
And I . . .
want to go back to my home town
Though I know it'll never be the same

Back to my home town
'Cause it's been so long
And I'm wondering if it's still there
Back to my home town

Though I know it'll never be the same
Back to my home town
'Cause it's been so long
And I'm wondering if it's still there