things I
could have thought this was the worst I started to
to believe that I was born at 17
and all the stupid things,
the letters and the broken verse
stayed hidden at the bottom of
the drawer they'd always been
Now I plow through piles of bills, receipts,
and credit cards, and tickets, and the daily news
And sometimes I just want to
go back to my hometown
Though I know it'll never be the same,
back to my hometown
Cause it's been so long,
and I'm wondering if it's still there
We think we're pretty tough,
us city slickers, we get around
An d 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 and football crowds
and church bells.
And I want to go back to
my ho met own,
Though I know it'll never be the same,
back to my ho met own
Cause it's been so long,
and I'm wondering if it's still there
Back to my hometown
No, I know it'll never be the same
Back to my ho met own
Cause it's been so long
And I'm wondering if it's
still there
Ooohhh
Aaahhh