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 . . .
Wanna 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 . . .
Wanna 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
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