missing like last months glance houses we left so fast missing for a mile or so then turning in softer comforts i want some old so i can remember and decide which one of me am i which one of me am i i want some old so i can remember and decide which one of me am i which one of me am i old nights have we fallen back there are my own eyes faint and distant i hate these towns i hate these towns where my body grows older than i am now where are the friends id known and visited now gone from the homes that i met them in whats there to find whats there to find in this space so far from mine but in that small quivering ring the shine of some song floating up in front of me one long note sounds one long note sounds the trailing call of my home town and there can be no houses so empty here a furnace can find its way to every room and seethe turn things back again turn things back again to some old home with some new friend old nights yes ive fallen back there but my own eyes are never distant ill stay around ill stay around let my body grow older than it is now here are the friends ive known and visited all here in my home now that ive let them in in sounds i find in sounds i find that no place is so far