Saturday, June 3, 2017

stranger in my own hometown


there's nobody left
that ever mentions my name
my buddies have moved on
through with football games
I could search these streets
till the sun comes up
but they'd only let me down
I'm a stranger in my own hometown

I look for familiar faces
saying hi from a front yard
reflections from storefront windows
bus stops on the boulevard
I could search every acre
and square mile
but I wouldn't know my way 'round
I'm a stranger in my own hometown

          where have they gone
          I know they were here
          feels like I just turned around
          and they all disappeared

outside I may look happy
but I'm sad as a circus clown
I'm a stranger in my own hometown

should I keep on dreaming
of a past the won't return
or do I just take my exit
with the lessons I have learned
I don't know where I'm going
but it sure ain't homeward bound
I'm a stranger in my own hometown
I'm a stranger in my own hometown


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