I'm scared to return to that tiny town
Where all the roads I've traveled down,
That spiral in
And spiral out-

That made a mess of me.

Perhaps in the days that I've been far,
The people have changed who they are-
And I'll have no sorrow to look upon,
When to that sad city
Home I come.

I sewed the seams
It seems to me,
And mended wounds
So perfectly-

No passerby
Could see tragedy
Where it's song was in the air.

Still east I roam
And linger here-
Drinking forever
A new frontier

Until my bags are backed
And West is near-

I'll memorize these city streets-
The ones that
Brought me back to me.