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I did what everyone else does
I drifted back to my hometown
With my restless heart kept hidden
Deep within my chest I knew
They'd have to take me back again
Put on my shoes to search for clues
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But you'll never find them there
Nor with the mates from your old class
Gathered after midnight mass
Round the bar in the predawn hours of Christmas morning
They thought I'd outgrown them
They could read it on my face
I wanted to leave but my face...
Had an appointment to keep
with the fist of some young freak
That's why I wear this scar beneath my eye
Summer Job tending lawns for old men
who sit round predicting weather with their bones
sticks and stones are more akin
to what lies underneath their skin
and their souls cling on to that skeleton
and if i had a dollar
for everytime i shoulda been paid
Then i would have been paid
but their meagre money couldnt buy
the blue out of the sky
or downpay the common day to stay away
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some weeks before the whirl began
i drifted back to my hometown
to all the blessed, to me a curse
to the pioneers who got there first
stay in the ground for if i come back again
to all the soul folks swaying pines
the shoes hanging on power lines
i keep you here
for if i come back again.