Syracuse (Live at Bandito's, Virginia City, MT, August, 2009)

Well you proved that you could do it Guess they didn't have the faith A bit surprised that you got through it But now they've given up the chase And just how far can you go And just how fast can you run Well I suppose you'll let them know When you got your running done So you left your angel wings And they kept your innocence Just like every other spring When you went over the fence And you dearly miss your family And they were praying everyday That you'd come back to your senses And somehow they can make you stay They grab your legs, grab your eyes They'd do anything to keep you baby Well somewhere there's a girl And they say she's got your eyes They may never gaze upon you But you know bloodlines never lie And if she ever gets the pictures Or the letters meant for her Well maybe she'll forgive you But you really can't be sure She's got your legs; she's got your eyes She'd do anything to meet you baby But you fight it on your own You swim against the tide that's always pulling you Back home to Syracuse And you send your mama flowers On every Mother's Day Or maybe on her birthday Or the day she passed away And now you're decades apart But she's not going anywhere And you know deep down in your heart That one day you'll join her there You've got her legs; you've got her eyes She'd do anything to see you happy But you fight it on your own You swim against the tide that's always pulling you And you feel it in your bones You see it with your eyes, your struggle to get loose From your home in Syracuse Well it seems summer's ending And it gets shorter every year And a cold October's waiting To remind you of the tears Now you're here with me But you say you're still alone There lots of things I'd love to be for you baby, but I could never be your home Hold my hand or hold my eyes I'd do anything to make you happy But you fight it on your own You swim against a tide that's always pulling you And I feel it in your bones I can see it in your eyes, your struggle to get loose You're going home one day to Syracuse You're going home, it's okay, it's Syracuse