Haunted Homecoming Letra

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

The 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