The Good Life - Haunted Homecoming lyrics

well here I am, yeah, I'm back again in the town that I used to call my residence now it seems I dwell in a silver van you might have seen it once, yeah, it's parked out front but homecoming used to be a sweet affair I'd be swimming to the arms of a lover there, today there doesn't seem to be a niche for me, just a couch at todd's house, and jim, me, and the tv. the house is empty, the shadows are growing tall against the book shelves and the paintings as dusk begins to fall this city has abandoned me, it's forgotten who I am the landscape change its shape, the streets twist and bend until I've lost my direction I woke up late to the sound of drums so I headed downstairs to see what was 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, but when you chose to write, you chose to be alone." so the house is empty and thats 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 vet's we laughed and said "how appropriate" who do you think of when you think of the city? well, mostly, I think of you. you're the peanuts at their city you're the two way big at Lewi's you're the monday nights at Sullivan's you're the underground on Highland you're the dogtrack you're the dubliner you're the forty-niner's shuffleboard you're the big beer at the underwood you're the brothers you're the drug store well, I miss this city, I miss this city, ohh, I miss this city, I miss this city, (well, here I am, yeah, I'm back again)