Find myself again
I'm moving to a town - a town I know is therebut a place that's unfamiliara town I didn't grow up in some post industrial waste-land built upon a fading reputation of some inde band whose songs I've never heard ofthat will shape me into a person - a person I'm not sure ofand I'm going to take a garretfor that's all my pocket will stretch tostuck above a "clip-joint" or a chicken take-awayand maybe find a sleezy bar and order myself a strong onefrom the "good-time girl" before meshe the one who's mascerading as the one who tends the bar and I'm going to walk the footsteps of those who've gone before medown the streets I've never walked before the day I started here...and I'm going to build a new life but I'll make a few mistakesbut a good life it will be and many good people will I meetmany good things will I dothat just maybe one day I will write this story down this story I will write about the things that I once didand who knows I might retrace all this through my children's very stepsthrough their very eyes and own experiences relived... then might I find my way back homewhere I will find myself again.