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[Ichabod]
Miss
What I miss most is the spirit
There's vitality, you hear it
Fills the atmosphere back home

This
Small town life it has its virtues
Has potential to divert you
From the life you knew back home

But then there's all this shit the city has shown you
First it's welcomed you then overthrown you
When you find yourself alone you
Are on your own back home

So you find yourself going out there
And you find yourself having fun
But then you find yourself starting to doubt where
You've run

True
You can go to a museum
Broadway shows, yeah, you can see 'em
Lots to occupy your days

Blue
Try a restaurant, try a waiter
Just don't try to see him later
A capricious crowd, the gays

So you leave that scene somewhere behind you
Till some couple rolls in to remind you
That all you want's someone to find you
A better kind of home