Well here I am
Yeah I m back again
In a town that I used to called my residence
Now it seems like ? in 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 dance 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 til I ve lost my direction

I woke up late to 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

Who do you think of, when you think of the city?
Mostly I think of you

You re the peanuts at ?
You re the 2ab at Louie s
You re the Monday nights at Sullivan s
You re the Underground on Highland
You re the Dogtrap, you re the ?
You re the 49er shuffleboard
You re the big bear at the Underwood
You re the brothers, you re the Jerkstore

I miss this city, I miss this city
I miss this city, I miss this city