It’s Hard to Get Back, Man

My hometown is not what it used to be anymore

That doesn’t matter as long as I get back there

Of course, it’s never the old place, the old time anymore

And it’s ever in small proxies of vicissitude and vacation

And always it’s hard to get back to places I have left

And I keep moving from one place to the other.

 

Then I have moved to new towns for new things

People say it’s how life is, and it’s how living is 

These don’t really matter as long as the old wisdom says:

Changes are how we are built to be steady,

Tho’ always it’s hard to get back to places I have left.

I want to, man, but it’s damn hard!

 

I’m on the road again

I have met people that I want to get back to

I have seen places that I want to go back to

But, man, it’s hard to get back to people I have left 

It’s always hard to get back to places I have left

In their memories I travel and tell stories now.