Lyrics (songs alphabetically arranged by title) ©all songs copyright by Chaim Bezalel 2006-2014 Ashkelon Dancing on the sands Dancing on the shifting sands Dancing on the ancient sands of Ashkelon. Dancing with the past Swaying with the leaves of grass Nothing ever lasts, but just moves on Dancing on the ancient sands of Ashkelon. Planted on the ground Reaching for thesky all around Just the gentle sound of the sea. Kingdoms rise and fall Does it really matter at all One more crumbling wall in history. Dancing with the past, such mystery. Dancing in the gate Where once passed the small and the great Dancing in the gate of Ashkelon. Soaring like a bird Dancing to a song without words Dancing on the potsherds of Ashkelon Dancing on the potsherds of Ashkelon. By the Rivers of Babylon By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down. By the rivers of Babylon, we sat down and wept When we remembered Zion, When we remembered Zion. There upon the willows our harps were hung There our captors demanded of us a song. Sing us a song of Zion Sing us a song of Zion How can we sing the Lord's song in a strange land If I forget thee O Jerusalem, let my right hand Forget its cunning, forget its skill Let my tongue cleave to my palate and be forever still repeat 1st verse Everything is Mixed Everything is mixed Don’t try to get it fixed You’ll never get your kicks that way Don’t try to be so pure You never can be sure And there’s always something more to say. You are not perfect nor am I Needless to expand But the equation you and I Equals something grand Everything’s a blend Don’t try to comprehend It’s easier my friend that way It’s one day at a time That’s the reason and the rhyme If you’re ok then I’m ok We may not live forevermore Love may not extend Beyond however long we may endure But I’m sure it’s till the end. Everything is mixed … Frozen in Time Like a deer blinded in the headlights Like a blizzard in the state of Maine Like Frosty the Snowman, Nanook of the North Or Rosebud from Citizen Kane Like an insect trapped in the amber Or a spaceman at the speed of light Never gettin older As long as he remains in flight We are frozen in time, frozen in time As long as we're movin together We are frozen in time Well it doesn't take an Einstein To talk about relativity We're all relatin to someone Like the birds are relatin to the bees Or maybe it's the birds relatin to the birds And the bees relatin to the bees Somehow I go a feelin You could be relatin with me We are frozen in time, frozen in time As long as we're movin together We are frozen in time Like old Ponce de Leon Searchin for the fountain of youth He would've saved himself a lotta time If he'd only known the truth That we're all gettin older and some are gettin wise To what is at the core Two bodies movin in space and time Are all the matter and energy's for We are frozen in time, frozen in time As long as we're movin together We are frozen in time We are frozen in time, frozen in time As long as we're movin together We are frozen in time ... Grace and Mercy We were walking on a narrow street Some foreign city summer heat Suddenly the gypsy boys came from behind Picked my pocket robbed me blind But grace and mercy Following my way, How many times I can hardly say. You shouted look out for those men I ran and caught them And got it back again. We were driving on a winding road In the mountains far away Suddenly you lost control Skidded in the rain I thought my life was down the drain But grace and mercy Following my way, How many times I can hardly say. I have been broken Seen my silver turned to brass But it's been spoken This too shall pass Grace and mercy Following my way, How many times I can hardly say. Grace and mercy Following my way, How many times I can hardly say. Haji Baba Oh my darlink oh my bright and precious leetle jewel I may have my weight in gold but still I am your fool Only hear me when I beg you do not be so cruel Let me take you to the Casbah there my heart to rule Haji Baba Haji Baba Haji Ba-ba Haji Baba Haji Baba Haji Ba-ba You’re the wind and I’m the sail blow in my direction Let me peek behind your veil see all your perfection I may have some other wives but you’re my first selection Let me be your daddy I will be your sole protection Haji Baba Haji Baba Haji Ba-ba Haji Baba Haji Baba Haji Ba-ba Mr. Haji Baba Sir please do not be offended We have been your faithful wives to you our wills are bended But we feel that marriage should not be so open ended Till we see that to our needs you’ve also fully tended Haji Baba Haji Baba Haji Ba-ba Haji Baba Haji Baba Haji Ba-ba I Bought a Ukulele in Wailuku I bought a ukulele in Wailuku At a rummage sale, bought a radio too From a roly poly lady and she sang a song While her daughter danced the hula and my wife danced along. The daughter was round and brown as the soil And my wife has a figure like Olive Oyl But she sang so pretty and they danced so sweet Like tellin’ a story with their hands and their feet. It rained every day in Houwelo On the windward side where the trade winds blow Livin’ off the grid as best we can Fryin’ our bread in a frying pan I used to be a broker like Paul Gaugin Till he ran off to Tahiti to be a natural man But I wanted to go native and I let myself go On vacation to Hawaii where the coconuts grow Now I’m just a middle aged howlee man Kinda lyin' in the sun tryin' to get a tan Tryin to learn the ukulele to impress my friends When I get back to the mainland and the journey ends No man is an island so the poet did say That means we’re all connected in a deeper way You can call me bro’ when you see me come We’re all God’s creatures under the sun. I Don’t Sing For Money I don’t sing for money, that’s not my gig Throw some coins in the jukebox if that’s what you dig I ain’t no idol with perfect pitch Ain’t got no pitchman to help me strike it rich. I’m just a guy who sings for free Still singing commercials from 1953 Oh no, here it comes again They went out of business, I don’t know when Brusha brusha brusha new Ipana toothpaste Brusha brusha brusha, it’s dandy for your teeth. Don’t reach for your wallet, I don’t need your dough All I want is to go bo-bo-bodio-doh. And if you need me, tell you where I’m gonna be Tin Pan Alley General Delivery. I don’t sing for money, that’s not my gig Throw some coins in the jukebox if that’s what you dig. If I Could Turn it Around If I could turn it around and see the other side I’m not so innocent it’s not so cut and dried If I could go back and see it from above I didn’t know how to behave, I didn’t know how to love Now the children are grown and there’s no going back I gave what I could give and I’m sorry for the lack Please don’t ask if I’d do it again I would change some things but that wouldn’t change the end I thought I could change it all But pride goes before the fall. I was a spoiled child so full of guile Give me me an inch and I’d take a mile I was so full of rage in an angry age I needed someone to help me wage my endless war. I was cut down in my prime But wounds do heal with time. If I Live Long Enough (chorus) If I, if I live long enough If I, if I live long enough If I live long enough to learn What love is, what love is Love is a little bit like happiness Chase it and it runs away Comes upon you when you least expect it Like manna you collect it day by day (chorus) Love is a little bit like sacrifice Gaining what you give away Complaining sometimes you're only human But knowing love will always have its way (chorus) Sometimes love is a hunger Sometimes love is a thirst But I know our love is stronger Than even what we had at first (chorus) Love is a little like business Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose Sometimes you sign on the dotted line But first you gotta learn how to choose. (chorus) Josephina When I met her she was almost pretty But she was just over the hill She was 33 and I was 20 And she was movin in for the kill She had no milk of human kindness But a wit that could cut like a knife She only wanted to be called your highness She only wanted to take over my life Chorus: Josephina, she was meaner Than any man or woman I have ever known Guarantee ya if ya see her Like Medusa she’ll reduce ya to a block of stone. I knew it was a fatal attraction Just like Oedipus Rex And she was using Sigmund Freud against me Mixing everything with sex That was back in 1972 Maggie Mae was on the radio When I started to work on Maggie’s Farm But I was catchin on too slow Chorus Four years later we found the Lord And things went from bad to worse Cause now I was married to a prophetess With the power to bless and to curse And man she could curse so that brimstone and fire Would pour down onto my head It was Isaiah, Hosea and Jeremiah Unless I did as she said Chorus I was a lamb led to the slaughter I was a sacrificial goat I was a captive by the rivers of Babylon Without a paddle, without a boat For seven years I served her Then I served her for seven more I poured all my riches upon her Just like that Babylonian war Chorus Then I finally crossed the border To a place where she couldn’t go It was the land of milk and honey Even further than Mexico But when I came back ten years later She slapped me with the third degree Hell hath no fury like a woman When the woman can’t let me be. Just the Sound of Rain Falling Just the sound of rain falling Just the sound of rain falling Falling on the leaves Falling on the eaves Just the sound of rain falling Just the sound of rain falling Falling on the ground Falling all around Wouldn’t want to be up in a tree I’d rather hide in my cabin inside Just the sound of rain falling Wouldn’t want to be sailing the sea I’d rather stay at home today Just the sound of rain falling. Ke kani o ka ua E hele lei i-nei Ke kani o ka ua E hele lei i-nei Ke kani o ka ua E hele lei i-nei Ke kani o ka ua E hele lei i-nei E ole make make oww I luna okay kumu lai oww Ke kani o ka ua E hele lei i-nei Karen Flying up where the air is clear Climbing into the blue Smiling without a thing to fear I'll remember you I'll remember you. And if sometimes I wasn't there Still I tried to take your part If you thought I didn't care Still you broke my heart Wanting what you couldn't even name Crying out tears of rage Reaching to grasp it just the same I'll remember you I'll remember you And then one day you flew away Climbing into the setting sun Night gently following the day Looking for the lights to show the way You were so close and yet so far Landing lights lit up in view Falling just like a falling star I'll remember you I'll remember you Oh my sister oh so sad and brave' Oh so foolish and so wise I could love you but I could not save Your life or see it through your eyes Repeat 1st verse Life in the Slow Lane Living incognito on our isle of bliss Leaving all the world behind, can't it be like this The tide goes out and the tide comes in Apple tree blossoms and the summer begins That's life in the slow lane with you babe That's life in the slow lane I'll live a lot longer with you babe I wanna live a lot longer with you. Do you want to read awhile till we close our eyes\ We can talk tomorrow about our whats and whys The twilight goes on till almost midnight But we can turn out the light are you sleepy now - quite. Chorus I've been around the world and I've been to London too The sunset in Jerusalem is really quite a view Some days I wake up and don't know where I'm at Some say that home is wherever you hang your hat. Chorus I do not care about fortune or fame I do not care if they ever know my name I do not want to try any new toothpaste Living with anyone else would be a waste. Chorus Maagal shel Galuyot Maagal shel galuyot, maagal shel galuyot K' even nafla l'toch mayim osah taba'ot K' even nafla l'toch mayim osah taba'ot Lindod ba'midbar, lindod ba'aravah Eifo, eifo, eifo ahava - Eifo, eifo, eifo ahava Ne'evad v'neeylam, holech ca'an v'sham Holech od pa'am saviv ha olam Omrim ma'atza, ma'atza isha Matza tov, matza sof gaagua Matza tov, matza sof gaagua Ve ha isha, he mechaka B'emunah shlema, l'hgiyat he navad Maagal shel galuyot, maagal shel galuyot K' even zarach l'toch mayim oseh taba'ot K' even zarach l'toch mayim oseh taba'ot Cycle of exiles, cycle of exiles Like a stone thrown into the water making rings Wandering in the desert, wandering in the plain Where is love? Lost and disappeared, going to and fro Going around the world once more. They say, he who finds a wife finds a good thing, finds an end to longing. And the woman, she has waited in perfect faith For the arrival of this wanderer. Man Overboard Man overboard, man overboard Over the top and over the hill A little overbearing but I love you still Man overboard Can I keep on swimming Will I reach the shore Tell me if you’re out there I can’t wait much more Man overboard, man overboard Over the limit and over the line Well shiver me timbers I’m soaking in brine Man overboard Water water everywhere But not a drop to drink Should I just go under I know I’m on the brink Man overboard, man overboard Over the rainbow and over the moon Over my head if they don’t get here soon Man overboard I guess that we’re all wondering How this story ends Will somebody save my soul Before I get the bends Man overboard, man overboard It’s not over till it’s over and the fat lady sings Then it’s over in the clover with a pitchfork or wings Man overboard, man overboard, man overboard My Old Guitar Rag I'm keepin' my old guitar I thought about puttin' her away But I changed the strings Now she really sings This baby should do okay. I like the way she makes an old time sound As long as I don't play her too rough. It's nice to have her hangin' round And not sweat the smaller stuff. I'm keeping my old guitar Sometimes she's a little out of tune, She's not the top of the line But she suits me fine Not tossin' her anytime soon. Sometimes when she sings so sweet I wanna play her till the cows come home. She can also turn up the heat If I wanna make her moan and groan. (repeat 1st verse) Native American Woman She's got a beaver in the freezer that she found by the side of the road It's not the meat that she'll eat but the hide and fur that she stowed I'm confused how it's used but I guess to be beaded or sewed She's an old fashioned lady, she's abidin' by a whole different code Chorus: She's a Native American woman singin in a funky string band Shootin down all my suggestions She thinks that I'm soundin too bland. She lives out in the woods with a guy looks like Rutherford B. Hayes He's a man of few words but that's on his better days Calls himself a mountain man and that's just the role he plays We're all tryin to be authentic in a world of malls and freeways Chorus It won't be long till this song might be struck from the band's repertoire And I'll be playin kazoo instead of this old guitar Or be run out of town in a suit full of feathers and tar Cause everybody's thinkin that perhaps I've been going too far. Chorus - repeat twice One Foot Stuck in the Romantic Age One foot stuck in the Romanitic Age it's too late now to die young Like Keats and Shelley, James Dean and Grace Kelly, for me it's been a pretty long run. Maybe you get to a certain age, you learn a lot of stuff I'm just a late bloomer, a baby boomer, I'm tellin ya straight off the cuff Maybe we've entered a different stage, where people don't lead from the heart, But follow their heads, playin the odds instead, before they're even willing to start. One foot stuck in the Romantic Age, I still believe in belief If not for me then for those who can be like the lilies of the field in brief Somewhere between a Romantic, and just an average Joe A working stiff on the graveyard shift with an hour and a half to go. But hey, I'm not a clock watcher, and it's not like I'm not having fun, Inviting the muse in can be mighty amusin just as long as your not under the gun. One foot stuck in the Romantic Age, got one more dragon to slay I'll take the field with a sword and a shield, well tomorrow if not today One foot stuck in the Romantic Age and one in the modern world Don't mean to straddle, just choose my battles With flag held high and unfurled Maybe I'm a Don Quixote or maybe just his sidekick Disbelief suspended till the story's ended, or the candle's burned down to its last wick. One Life to Live If I had only one life to live And I do believe it's true I would spend it with you. You may know what I'm about to say As you often do But still I want to tell you that I love you We're getting old Hope we'll get older still But I've been told That's it's not all downhill If I had to name the love of my life No doubt who it'd be Thank you for lovin me I was drownin in a sea of strife Just a refugee Thank you for stickin with me Things have resolved Since I'm involved with you. I'm a fortunate man Since we began pushin through People are Sticky People are sticky They get attached so easily If you’re only lookin' for a quickie Don’t fool around with me Cause I’m stuck on you And that’s the way that it is. People are mammals Somewhere up the family tree Just like monkeys and camels Warm and fuzzy like me Don’t have to say a word To show the way that I feel I have a medulla oblongata Right at the bottom of my brain It keeps my heart beatin' and it keeps me breathin' Just like a choo choo train. People are funny Strange but not ha ha They all make a different kind of honey From wherever they’ve had their fal-de-a And that’s why I’m here And why I’m singing this song. I know that there might be some exceptions Some people really take the cake There are a few who are not sticky but slimy Not like a mammal but a snake, but in general People are sticky They get attached so easily If you’re only lookin' for a quickie Don’t fool around with me Cause I’m stuck on you And that’s the way that it is. Prodigal Got a call from Sam He was in a jam Could I lend a hand Yes, I said, I can Samuel is my youngest son And after some estrangement We have had a one on one And come to an arrangement He could use a meal I could really feel He was being real So we made a deal He’ll go back to school again And finish his degree What he wants to major in Is child psychology Hope he does better than me Dealing with reality I’d gladly pay the fee If it would set him free Fatherhood is rough They say love should be tough To produce the right stuff But it’s not enough The biggest part of anything Is simply being there And the other part of it Is learning how to care. I nearly had to laugh I was much worse by half Better kill the fatted calf Instead of givin him the shaft. How you doin' son Must have learned a ton Hope you're having fun When will you be done He says everything is fine But I'm late on the rent A little more would really help And when will that be sent. I'll send it right away Yes without delay You'll have it in a day But I was being played It had been at least a year Since he'd attended classes I was seeing everything Through my rose colored glasses I must have had a screw loose I thought no news was good news Am I a jerk well you choose Falling for all his boo hoos. Raised in the Suburbs I was raised in the suburbs Had all that I need Of material comfort It was all guaranteed My father he worked in the material trade He commuted to the city an hour each way That was back in the mid 20th century days When the cars all had fins and hula hoop was the craze We played Davy, Davy Crockett king of the wild frontier It was before the revolution But in some ways we were freer. This morning I heard of a typical kid Made a goal for the wrong side, they still laugh about what he did Well he signed up for the army as a young high school grad Now they're shipping his body back home from Bagdad Well I fled from the suburbs halfway round the world And I've learned a few lessons as my life has unfurled But I never regretted the way I did go Now I'm singing this song from South Camano. So remember the Alamo, remember the Maine And don't declare victory till the end of the game You may score one for the wrong side fore you learn how to shoot And still land up a hero and a sung one to boot. René René, you were my queen for a day I thought you’d want me to stay for a while Rene, you said our love is passé And now I’m cast away from your smile You say you are a woman of means You think I’m strictly pork and beans That I couldn’t fit in with your crowd anyhow And now you’ve smashed my heart to smithereens Without making any scenes You’re too proud. René, why did you treat me so blasé I thought that we were on our way To say I do. René, if we were only in a play This is the part where it would say End act two. If it were me, I’d stick around if just to see If boy gets girl back in Act Three And so should you But no, you’re giving me the old heave ho If it’s the end I’d rather know And say adieu. Seventeen Miles Away I wanna ride, I wanna ride away I wanna ride, I wanna ride away I wanna get down down Seventeen miles away. Take me down, down where the water is wide Take me down, down where the water is wide I want to walk the sand I want to sit and watch the tide Sometimes it’s hard, hard just to be a man Sometimes it’s hard, hard just to be a man When you face the music You can only do what you can When I came back to this country I went before the judge When I came back to this country I went before the judge I got a hundred days in prison On a misdemeanor he wouldn’t budge I’ve been high, gained the world but lost my soul Riding high, gained the world but lost my soul And I’ve been down so low Livin on the dole. I’ve had some women in my life, God knows I’ve had a few I’ve had some women in my life, God knows I’ve had a few The good the bad and the ugly Sometimes it’s hard to know who’s who I wanna ride, I wanna ride away I wanna ride, I wanna ride away I wanna get down down Seventeen miles away The Sky is Not Falling The sky is not falling Though prophets of doom are calling That maybe it will. Apocalypse is stalling Which some might find appalling But we still have time to kill Let’s settle in for the duration You can change the station I’ve had my fill. The planet may warm More than the norm So why don’t we chill. The Dow may keep dropping If shoppers stop shopping Like they did in the boom. It may be a bear But I really don’t care To share in the gloom. Don’t try to alarm me The Salvation Army has plenty of room And if they insist And I have to enlist I can still push a broom. If they tell you that we’re Going straight to hell in a handbasket Well, them’s the brakes. Sometimes I can almost smell The sulphur see the burning lake. If you fall down a well You can yell but still there’s Only one way to take That is higher, don’t expire or tire though it’s dire and you’re stuck in the mire and it’s down to the wire There’s much too much at stake. Song for Henri Rousseau He was an ordinary man A customs clerk somewhere in France Till he retired at forty-nine He lived a life inside his mind He never left his native land To paint what he had never seen The sleeping gypsy in the sand The world suspended in a dream. He holds a staff still in his hand A lion sniffs around his head Is he asleep or just pretend His lute is silent as the dead The moon is watching from the sky The stars are peering through the dawn The lion gazes with his eye The gypsy sleeps until the morn. And there is even more to tell The mountains rising from the plain They play their part they cast their spell A world where nothing is mundane. The coat he wears like Joseph's own Also a dreamer he was called Of many colors it was sewn Will it be torn will he be mauled They say that always in the dream Each thing you see is only you Things are not always what they seem Or what at first we may construe A nude reclining on a chair Where jungle vegetation grows The creatures deep within all stare Regarding Henri Rousseau. He was an ordinary man A customs clerk somewhere in France Till he retired at forty-nine He lived a life inside his mind Train Song I can’t explain It’s like I’m on a train I see the fields go by I close my eyes It’s like I’m hypnotized I fall asleep for a while Train is rocking And my dreams unlocking All my memories Shifting places And I’m seeing faces From my history Time just gets swifter And I’m just a drifter A comet approaching the sun My orbit grows small As I fall and I fall And the years just rush by one by one. Can’t stop your brain And you can’t stop the train And you can’t stop time Life is sweet But the days are fleet It’s part of the design Please be patient Till we reach the station As we surely shall Enjoy the ride Watch the countryside That’s the rationale And then it goes back And it’s hard to keep track Of where I was when I began I am him inside And I cannot divide The child that is father to man. Tyee Store Tyee store tyee store Everything costs just a little bit more Shut them winders and close the door I'm goin down to Tyee store. My mama brought me up to be a real gourmet No Wonder Bread or Twinkies in the house she's say But here on the South End I've been led astray Tyee Store has 'em by the tray. Well I was readin' in the paper today There's twenty different kinds of frozen waffles they say If you want just one and are willin to pay Tyee store's just a mile away If you got the cabin fever or just the blues Button yer jacket and tie yer shoes Fer half a dozen eggs whatcha got to lose Tyee store is the place to choose If you got an extra million under the bed And wondrin' what to do with all that bread Just put the cash on the barrelhead You can buy the whole store, they'll throw in the shed Tyee store tyee store Everything costs just a little bit more Shut them winders and close the door I'm goin down to Tyee store. War in the Family This ain’t Tennessee Williams, This ain’t Eugene O’Neil Multiply that by a million Maybe then you’ll know how I feel. War in the family The plot is thickening Smiles and deception It’s almost sickening. It’s like Shakespeare or maybe the Bible Family feuds in a really big way If you value your survival Watch your back and mind what you say. War in the family The plot is thickening All the world’s a stage The pulse is quickening. Startin' out with Cain and Abel What makes us think we’re a different breed Lay lay our cards right on the table Court’s in session, how do you plead. War in the family A sword is beckoning Choosin' up sides For the day of reckoning. Desdemona loved Othello What made him think she done him wrong Shouldn’t have smothered her with a pillow Shoulda trusted her all along War in the family It’s so unsettling Don’t get in the middle You’d just be meddling. Don't have to tell you about Medea Her husband left her for a younger bride. She loved her children she was quite sincere But still she killed 'em cause he hurt her pride War in the family It's so unyielding Better pay attention To what your wielding Absalom may have looked like a hippie With his hair flowin' down his back He was a prince but he was still pretty creepy Takin' the palace in surprise attack War in the family It’s not just mythology Any shrink’ll tell ya It’s only psychology. Watchin’ the Senora Watching the senora digging out de’ dande’lions I’m out on the veranda just about siesta time The boat in the water looking like a toy And I’m feeling like a cabana boy Watching the senora digging out de’ dande’lions On my island, island in the sea Two turtle doves perchin’ in a tree Leave some of those weeds behind I don’t need an Eden but I’ll take what I can find Watching the senora digging out de’ dande’lions Watching the senora digging out de’ dande’lions She don’t sweat a lot cause de’ weather she’s so fine Just a little trickle down the small of her back And her hair hangin down from the brim of her hat Watching the senora digging out de’ dande’lions On my island, island in the sea Two turtle doves perchin’ in a tree Leave some of those weeds behind I don’t need an Eden but I’ll take what I can find Watching the senora digging out de’ dande’lions White Doeskin Shoes Oh bury me in my white doeskin shoes Bury me in my white doeskin shoes You didn't like them when I was walkin Now my shoes will do the talkin Oh bury me in my white doeskin shoes You didn't like to hear them slappin on the floor You didn't like to hear them slappin on the floor You said they sound like patent leather but they feel light as a feather Now you'll never hear that slappin sound again I'd take you dancin in my white doeskin shoes I'd take you dancin in my white doeskin shoes We'd a boogied all around Kinda floatin off the ground Dancin in my white doeskin shoes You Can't Go Home Again I was born in New York City, 1949 Near Kingsbridge Station on the IRT line I can see the trains a-slowin at the station each night I can see the clocktower glowin with a ghostly light You can't go home again, you can't go home again You can't go home again. I'm standing at the window, I can't be more than two 25-25 Aquaduct Avenue Rosemary Clooney's on the radio I don't know what she's singing But she's crooning sweet and low. You can't go home again, you can't go home again You can't go home again. I dreamed that all I wanted was to beat upon a drum No one would give one to me but my sister bought me one. Now my sister's she's not livin on this planet anymore I hope she's finally happy and I hope she's learned the score You can't go home again, you can't go home again You can't go home again. Doesn't matter where you come from Doesn't matter who you are Doesn't matter if you've wandered near or far If you go by motor or if you go by rail. If you are in prison or if you're out on bail. You can't go home again, you can't go home again You can't go home again.