Can't Go Home - Ron Pope

In this paint-by-numbers fairytale

I live outside the lines

With my yellows and my reds mixed up

I do not answer why

As I paint a perfect landscape

I am losing all my friends

And I am learning

That you can’t go home again

I am counting all the freeway signs

And rivers as we go

Out on Highway 6 in Illinois

The afternoon rolls on

Months of loneliness feed every word

That pours out from my pen

And I am learning

That you can’t go home again

You can’t go home again

All your memories washed away

Can’t go home again

Other summers took their place

Can’t go home again

All I can say is I wish I could…

With this summer rolling endlessly

It’s hard to sleep at night

Life is standing in a cemetery

Counting down your time

And I would try to write a letter

If I could think of words to send

But all I’m sure of

Is you can’t go home again

Can’t go home again

All your memories washed away

Can’t go home again

Other summers took their place

Can’t go home again

Whitewashed colors of the paint

Can’t go home again

But you can never get away

Can’t go home again

Though you traveled many miles

Can’t go home again

No matter how you burn inside

Can’t go home again

All I can say is I wish I could…