Was it in a dream? I wouldn't know
I was in the lowlands where all the old folks go
I wasn't here, I wasn't home
I was picking static up on a broken radio
Just leave me at the station and you can rest a**ured
That I'll be back sometime this time next year
I'll pack my bags, you get the door
Here's a stack of tokens for my friends on Baltimore
That look on your face, I've seen it before
I'll be gone, a long time, but I could be gone for more
Just leave me at the station and you can rest a**ured
That I'll be back sometime this time next year
I need someone
I need something
I need to go back home