Going Back - Tracy Chapman

No picnic no barbecue out in the back

A yard for parked cars left to rot and forget

For chained-up mad dogs for garbage to sit

Get lost get lost a part from it I can’t see through it But I can see past

With me with me always

Without going back

Just people and buildings

Not city or town

Great lake crooked river

Flat land water burns

The air not smoke

It tears the eye

Home is where you live

Home is where you’ll die

I can’t see through it But I can see past

With me with me always

Without going back

In a glacial slide

Over ice mirrored glace

In a slip and past times

Are in the future brought back

Reflected reflected reflected

Every footstep

No walk in the park

No there i nowhere

No place can replace

What a clear eye reveals

Soft and hard shaped like a wheel

Made me of rubber made me of steel

I can’t see through it But I can see past

With me with me always

Without going back