You step into the sunlight
Take a gulp of that city air
Try to shake off the sensation
That you do no belong here
Where people move
They're not the same as me and you
You're a square peg in a round hole
The hammer strikes from up above
And you hoped that you wouldn't have to
But now push has come to shove
It's not your choice
Who gives a damn about your choice
When you're kicked out of your home one night
When everything is blue
And you've got to strike your way across the beat
When you're wrecked up
Shook up
Not quite sure of who you want to be
I would recommend that you make yourself
Part of the scenery
So you keep your friendships shallow
Never fill your pages in
And you start to feel unhealthy
You're getting pale
You're getting thin
Begin to doubt
That this whole thing is gonna work out
That hat you bought is the latest trend
But it sits funny on your head
And you're still not sure which neighborhood is which
And you're having trouble picking up the local dialect
Despite your best attempt
You haven't fooled nobody yet
You can't call yourself a quitter
If you never really tried
Nostalgia is a liar
It'll fool you every time
You think, at least it was familiar
And you knew where your pitfalls lie
So you pay a little visit to your old stomping grounds
Something's not the same
It's not the scenery that's changed
These months have hollowed out your bones
This place has ceased to be your home