Prodigal’s Postcard

Folks say there’s a way to get out of this town
Down westbound 29
And I pray one day I won’t get turned around
Pull the roots from the ground this time
I’ve seen them leaving with stars in their eyes burning up in the atmosphere
Folks say there’s a way to get out of this town
What are they still doing here

I know old Joe he got out for a while
He left there in style on a plane
For Mexico on the coast where the women are wild
He wore a sun tan disguise for the pain
He left there for reasons best left unexplained
Now he jumps at the knock of a door
I know old Joe he got out for a while
But he can’t leave the country no more

Sue left for broadway
She came back in a hard way last fall
Sam had a slider
He pitched in the minors that’s all

So goodbye home of mine I’ll remember your charms
Long after the scars start to fade
And I might just write a prodigal’s postcard
To the ghosts in the graveyard someday
I’ll leave forever and never look back at the dust in the rearview mirror
Folks say there’s a way to get out of this town
What are they still doing here
Folks say there’s a way to get out of this town
What am I still doing here