The night sky the city light
Passing by the scenic drive
The strip malls the city halls
The museums and the phones calls
Taking old dusty roads
Riding trains, Old Tom Joad
Idealized view of life
Maybe I have it right
It feels good to be back home
Seeing friends and knowing roads
Thanksgiving and Christmas time
Bitter air and riding bikes
Fleeting sound, love all around
I have found the moon rise
Whatever the tombstone reads
What could that year mean to me
Living by the dampened trees
What could that life mean to me
Dreaming of the dark hole minds
I must know that it's no lie
One day I am sure that I
Will see through nostalgic eyes
And one day the internet
Will be our version of the Wild West
And we will be remembered as we now remember them
Some will be folk heroes and others will be the rest
As we sing the songs, oh, the song about them
