When I picture my hometown, it’s always raining
No one on the streets or in the park
It’s like my mind is trying to protect me
From letting ancient ghosts back in my heart
That house still casts a shadow on the corner
The attic windows shuttered from the years
Our old oak tree surrendered to the weather
But it doesn’t bring me tears
I stumble down these avenues
Every turn I take is a dead end
So I’m leaving home again
Leaving home again
The images come fast and go right through me
It comes to me in sepia and rain
I watch it streaming past just like a movie
But there’s something lurking just outside the frame
A stray dog by the playground standing guard
The alley by firehouse downtown
The wayward baseball in that widow’s yard
I don’t think we ever found
I stumble down these avenues
Every turn I take is a dead end
So I’m leaving home again
Leaving home again
And I’m a thousand miles away
But it’s just like a tattoo
You can leave a place behind
But you’ll always know it stayed inside of you
When I picture my hometown, it’s always raining
So today’s as good as any to go back
Two miles from the exit on that highway
But I think I’ll drive on past
I stumble down these avenues
Every turn I take is a dead end
So I’m leaving home again
Leaving home again