Hometown Blues

No home to return to
No home to return to
No home to return to

I remember fields
I remember air smelling sweet late at night on my bike
So how does it feel, boy?
When everything the old man told you comes true?

In the kitchen, I was beaten
On the other side of the window, screaming
You could cry with the light through the glass as it comes in the bedroom you grew up in
An empty place I do not want to be stuck in

I’m dancing with my mom, to reggae on Christmas
Learning to be happy, forgiveness, remembrance
And I gotta laugh at the dumb shit

Broken ornaments, fist fights, alcohol
Now nothing at all
Friends I can’t stand to see
Plastic faces smiling back at me

And if a tree falls in the woods
Does it still make a semblance of you giving a fuck at all
And if this town falls down
This is that sound

A first date in the sand, in that place that no longer stands
And if I understand, then she can’t understand
To the rocks where we fucked, on the floor where we fucked, in the park where we fucked
And now she’s pregnant
Is everyone we ever loved dead yet?

No home to return to
No home to return
No home to return to
No home to return
No home to return to

Memory, memory
Like a movie gone deaf & dumb
A restaurant gets sold & run poorly
It sits like shit

An old job in the grocery store
It crushes
The streetlights, orange rusted
And all the kids have grown and left
To be confused on another stretch of concrete
And the ones who stay
Well, all I have to say is

How does it feel, boy?
When everything the old man told you comes true?
So how does it feel, boy?
When everything the old man told you comes true?
And how does it feel, boy?
When-