HOME AGAIN
You take the tracks down through industry
plains
about 30 miles or so
At the end of the line you'll find my
town,
Where the down and the dead people
go
The tracks lead straight to a red brick
wall,
about 75 feet square
The back sides of buildings to either
side,
Looks like a dead end but don't
despair
See that light shining through the haze
from the alley to the right
Down the alley you've got to go,
Don't be afraid, it'll be all right
Home again
To a place that only seems to be
Home again
A place I visit in my dreams
They used to call it Hooverville
when it finally got a name
Fifty years on it was Reaganville,
but it all seemed to look the same
Population's grown from times unknown
and places seldom seen
Every color and pride bought a one way
ride
To industrial hell and the western
dream
Home again
To a place that only seems to be
Home again
A place I visit in my dreams
Well I've got my own favorite places
here,
Friends' back street apartments and
flats
The boulevard backshops and
booklands
Or uptown where the Chateau and the legacy
stands
And sometimes I'm back in school
again
From grade school through to
college
And I never know what I'm doing
there
And I feel like I'm crazy and I have to
pretend
I'm all right...It's all right...
Everything is all right
But I'm full of shit, don't you know
it
I'm scared and don't know what to
do
There's community here but I don't
belong
An impostor they laugh with and refuse to
see through
So I'm
Home again
To a place that only seems to be
Home again
A place I'll visit in my dreams
In a place so ugly and full of
despair
For all of us rogues there's still
something there
Adventure and the force of life,
Air of damp electrical autumn
nights
Ivy hills in the suburbs by the grey
morning light
10 a.m. and the schedule has been thrown
out of sight
The boulevard waits and the scenes
portend
I'm out of the structure and into the
cracks once again
Meet me there
When all is said and done
I hope to be as free
As when I'm on the run
Free to haunt the odd places I love
best
Meet me there
We'll put things to the test
And we'll be
Home again
To a place that only seems to be
Home again
A place I'll visit in your
dreams...
G.S., 6/2/91
GS: guitar, bass, electric drums,
vocal
photo: Ken Zelinka
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