Lyrics

I did what everyone else does I drifted back to my home town With my restless heart kept hidden Deep within my chest, I knew Oh-whoa, they'd have to take me back again Put on my shoes to search for clues But you'll never find them there Nor with the mates from your class Gathered after midnight mass 'round the bar The pre-dawn hours of Christmas morning They thought I'd outgrown them They could read it on my face I wanted to leave but my face Had an appointment to keep With the fist of some young freak Now that's why I wear this scar beneath my eye Summer job tending lawns for old men Who sit 'round predicting weather with their bones Sticks and stones are more akin To what lies underneath their skin And their soul cling onto that skeleton If I had a dollar for every time I should've been paid Then I would've been paid But their meagre money couldn't buy The blue out of the sky Or down pay The common day to stay away Some weeks before the world began I drifted back to my home town To all the blessed, to the a-cursed To the pioneers who got there first Stay in the ground For if I come back again To all the soulful swaying pines To shoes hanging on power lines I keep you here For if I come back again