I'm moving to a town - a town I know is there
but a place that's unfamiliar
a town I didn't grow up in
some post industrial waste-land built upon a fading reputation of some inde band whose songs I've never heard of
that will shape me into a person - a person I'm not sure of
and I'm going to take a garret
for that's all my pocket will stretch to
stuck above a "clip-joint" or a chicken take-away
and maybe find a sleezy bar and order myself a strong one
from the "good-time girl" before me
she the one who's mascerading as the one who tends the bar
and I'm going to walk the footsteps of those who've gone before me
down the streets I've never walked before the day I started here...
and I'm going to build a new life but I'll make a few mistakes
but a good life it will be
and many good people will I meet
many good things will I do
that just maybe one day I will write this story down
this story I will write about the things that I once did
and who knows I might retrace all this
through my children's very steps
through their very eyes and own experiences relived...
then might I find my way back home
where I will find myself again.
