Walk up [bad word] avenues and back through swollen city veins
Now sobered up enough to understand that nothing stays the same
Overpopulated crowds you'd think I'd find a place that I'd
Attach myself upon somewhere I felt alive until I die

These hometown blues follow me home again
The closer I go I feel further away

Walk back [bad word] down avenues and attitudes are everywhere
Pass a [bad word] argument they roll around and people stare
Finally hit the underground and no surprise I turn to find
Two men for twenty pound of mine if I'm alive they'll have me die

These hometown blues follow me home again
The closer I go I feel further away
further away, further away, further away

These hometown blues follow me home again
The closer I go I feel further away

These hometown blues follow me home again
The closer I go I feel further away