On the path back home a cold wind blows

Drumming on the glass like rain

Fallen leaves flutter by

Bleached gray like these hairs and clothes

Spots of decay fill these roads with holes

Yellowed like the pages of a lost dog poster

Red ink bleeding through the years

Patchwork stains of coffee grounds

Spilt like plastic on the ground

Dried in the sunlight, alive in the night

I fear that I’ll lose my mind and sight

For who can recall these pieces of the past?

Invisible lines between each day and the last

Who’d predict rainbows fade to black and white?

A racing pulse calmed by his sacred eye

Searching for directions to a place I’d known

As the beating of the driveway below

Waiting for the haze of dreaming to wake

The grass under a foreign sky

Sprinklers still water shattered lawns

Yet my roots have been dug wide open

Like the fibers of this heart

For who can refrain from idolizing the past?

Patching up the seams between the contrast

Who’d predict rainbows fade to black and white?

A gasping lung choked with the breath of life

Leaving was the best thing I’ve ever done

And I never wanted to return

But by chance I tread this ground again

I never thought I’d feel like this

I shall return to the city

And let this town go gray

Let this town go gray

Let this town fade away