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