Turn Another Stone

See the green grass, overgrown

Empty houses where the junkies make a home

And the children who must learn to live alone

They say, "I will leave this town when I am grown"

Atlanta only seemed to cause me pain

New Orleans where I first tried crack cocaine

With my tail between my legs, I caught a train

To bring me to the Midwest once again

Turn another stone

I never wanted this to be my home

Not a pleasant place to live or occupy

But it just might be the perfect place to die

New York sure was nice but I nearly starved to death

I couldn't make it in L.A., I tried my best

I had to come home for a while to catch my breath

Come to find I don't have very many left

Turn another stone

It's hard to face the end when you're alone

Not a pleasant place to live or occupy

But it just might be the perfect place to die

Now that I've returned to the place I once maligned

Familiar faces bring me peace of mind

And this place I tried so hard to leave behind

Is the place from which I choose to say goodbye

Turn another stone

I'd give up every place I've ever known

For the comfort of the sweetness in your eyes

To be the thing I see before I die