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