Home - Billy Bragg

I walked down from the station 'cause I wanted to see

The kind of things that you might miss from the back of a taxi

There’s just no way to tell you what these things mean to me

This is home

The place I threw my guts up outside the old wine bar

The junk shop on the corner where I bought my first guitar

The grass verge by the pig flats where we sat and revved our cars

This is home

Home, nothing ever changes

Home, and I wouldn’t want it to

Home, everything’s the same as I left it when I went away to make myself anew

The local team don’t really have no local players now

The glory days are far away but we’re getting by somehow

You’d think we’d won the champions league if you listen to the crowd at home

This place always gets to me like an old familiar song

Stirring up old feelings that I thought were long gone

I guess that you can move away but you cannot escape where you’re from

Home, nothing ever changes

Home, and I wouldn’t want it to

Home, everything’s the same as I left it when I went away to make myself anew

The old familiar wallpaper and a battered old settee

The china doll that dad brought back from the war in Germany

The faintest smell of creosote and a cup of milky tea

This is home