Tacoma

I might just go back to Tacoma If it'll have me back I miss the lingering blanket of cold clouds And the moss in the sidewalk cracks Yeah, I may go back to old Tacoma If it opens its arms, I surely will Back where the smell of the saltwater mingles With the stink of the paper mill I'm going back to where the mountains Are old, but blew their time so I I'll drag my body back, that's the only trouble 'Cause it is the only place that makes me feel alive Back to where the churning waters Make me feel so small Drag my body back, that's the only trouble 'Cause it is the only place that makes me feel alive It is the only place that makes me feel alive It is the only place that makes me feel alive Never a lonely place