what everyone else does
I drifted back to my hometown
With my restless heart kept hidden
Deep within my chest I knew, oh,
they'd have to take me back again
Put on my shoes to search for clues
But you'll never find them there
Nor with the mates from your old class
Gathered after midnight
mass round the bar
The pre -dawn hours of
Christmas morning
They thought I'd
outgrown them
They could read it on my face
I wanted to leave in my face
Had an appointment to keep
With the fist of some young freak
Now that's why I wear this scar beneath my arm
Summer job tending lawns for old men
They sit around predicting
weather with their
bones
Stick s and stones are
more akin to what life
Underneath their skin and their soul
Cling on to that skeleton
And if I had a dollar for every
time I should have been paid
Then I would have been paid
But them eager money couldn't buy
The blue out of the sky or down pay
The common day will stay away
Some weeks before the world began
I drifted back to my hometown
To all the blessed, to the accursed
To the pioneers who got their
first day in the ground
For if I come back again
To all the soulful, swaying pipes
To shoes hanging on power
lines I'll keep you here
For if I come back again
you