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well here I am, yeah, I'm again
in the town that I used to call my
now it seems I dwell in a van
you might have seen it once, yeah, it's out front
but homecoming to be a sweet affair
I'd be to the arms of a lover there,
there doesn't seem to be a niche for me,
just a couch at house, and jim, me, and the tv.
the house is empty, the shadows are growing
against the book shelves and the paintings as begins to fall
this city has abandoned me, forgotten who I am
the landscape its shape,
the twist and bend until I've lost my direction

I woke up late to the sound of
so I downstairs to see what was going on.
Roger was to a metronome,
he said it's not right, man, it's got no soul.
I told him what my said in chicago:
"boy, made a choice you've got to uphold,
i it might sound unbearable,
but when you to write, you chose to be alone."
so the house is empty and how it has to be
so I not complain, I guess it's best for me,
but the keeps haunting me
like the house on
it was built for war vet's
we laughed and "how appropriate"

who do you of when you think of the city?
well, mostly, I of you.
you're the peanuts at city
the two way big at Lewi's
you're the monday nights at
you're the underground on
you're the
the dubliner
you're the forty-niner's
you're the big beer at the
the brothers
you're the store

well, I this city,
I this city,
ohh, I this city,
I miss city,
(well, here I am, yeah, I'm again)

(in the town that I to call my residence, now it seems I dwell in a silver van)
I this city,
(you might have seen it once, yeah it's out front, but homecoming used to be a sweet affair)
I miss city,
(I'd be swimming to the arms of a there)
I miss city,
(today doesn't seem to be a niche for me)
I this city,
(just a couch at house, Jim, me, and the tv)