Of all the stupid things I could have thought, this was the worst
I started to believe that I was born at seventeen
And all the stupid things, the letters and the broken verse
Stayed hidden at the bottom of the drawer, they'd always been
And now I plough through piles of bills, receipts and credit cards
And tickets and the Daily News
And sometimes I just wanna go back to my home town
Though I know, it'll never be the same
Back to my home town 'cause it's been so long
And I'm wondering if it's still there
We think we're pretty tough, us city slickers, we get around
And when the going's rough, we kill the pain and relocate
We're never married, never faithful, not to any town
But we never leave the past behind, we just accumulate
So, sometimes when the music stops
I seem to hear a distant sound of waves and seagulls
And football crowds and church bells
And I wanna go back to my home town
Though I know it'll never be the same
Back to my home town because it's been so long
And I'm wondering if it's still there
Back to my home town
Although I know it'll never be the same
Back to my home town 'cause it's been so long
And I'm wondering if it's still there
