It had to be 25 or so
Years ago in my uncle’s yard
On the back of a motorcycle

My mom took a photo she still has
I was wearing shorts, some t-shirt then
I could only guess why I'm seeing stars

But everyone says
You can’t go home again
You can’t go home again

Our dreams get drowned in a river of present needs
The years float by like fallen leaves
Our dreams get drowned in a river of present needs
Hung like echoes in these frozen trees

I had my feet up
I was sitting still
I couldn’t feel the air around
I'm leaving once more

I try to sleep
Try to meditate
That my mind gets stuck
In the good memories

But everyone says
You can’t go home again
You can’t go home again

Our dreams get drowned in a river of present needs
The years float by like fallen leaves
Our dreams get drowned in a river of present needs
Hung like echoes in these frozen trees

The un-mopped tile of the pharmacy
The cost of pills, an un-mowed field
Behind the big box, rough asphalt

Its parking lot on bare feet
By the dumpsters
Speaking only Spanish

But everyone says
You can’t go home again
You can’t go home again

Our dreams get drowned in a river of present needs
The years float by like fallen leaves
Our dreams get drowned in a river of present needs
Hung like echoes in these frozen trees

The needs reflect them back to me
The years fly by
The years fly by

But everyone says
The years fly by
The years fly by

Day two, September, Poconos
I swear the murals move at night at the gates of hell
At least it’s life, at least for a while
It’s a delicate dance
At least for a while, at least it’s life

The objects we’re locked in
Immobile and violent
Just fewer like that
Fewer afraid, fewer afraid

At least it’s life, at least for a while
It’s a delicate dance
At least for a while, at least it’s life