In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
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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