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Well, here I am, yeah, I'm back again In a town that I used to called my residence Now it seems like I live in a silver van You might have seen it once, yeah, it's parked out front But homecoming used to be a sweet affair I could swim into the arms of a lover there Today there doesn't seem to be a niche for me Just a couch at Todd's house, Jim Beam, and TV But the house is empty The shadows are growing tall Against the bookshelves and the paintings As dusk begins to fall Letras de cancionesThe city's abandoned me It's forgotten who I am The landscape changes shapes Streets twist and bend until I've lost my direction I woke up late to the sound of drums So I headed downstairs to see what's going on Roger was playing to a metronome He said, It's just not right, man, it's got no soul I told him what my sister said in Chicago Boy, you've made a choice you've got to uphold I know it might sound unbearable When you chose to write, you chose to be alone So the house is empty And that's how it has to be So I better not complain I guess it's best for me But the city keeps haunting me Like the house on Lafayette It was built for World War vets We laughed, we said, How appropriate How appropriate How appropriate Who do you think of When you think of the city? Mostly I think of you You're the peanuts at their city You're the 2AB at Louie's You're the Monday nights at Sullivan's You're the Underground on Highland You're the dogtrack, you're the Dubliner You're the 49er shuffleboard You're the big beer at the Underwood You're the brothers, you're the drugstore I miss this city, I miss this city I miss this city, I miss this city From Letras Mania