In the city where you live,

And your fine don’t you know it

Sides sides sides and sides

and sides you’ll never see

Unless you jump in

and you see your redneck you wanted to,

and thought you would see

But that’s not all and that’s not close to all and theres real beauty

And it makes you sick and cold and wet at night

cause you know just what you need is right down the street

and its not in your magazineseses

and your news pageseses

and its home and that’s home, and you should never feel alone

but you don’t see that and you cant know

cause you see what you want, man, wherever you go

And theres plenty here and you wont read it

in your magazineseses

and your news pageseses

And you may be scared and you may be upset

To know what you need is just what you’ll get

And it may get you pissed when you find out it isn’t in your San Francisco

And Jack is on your street corner too

And you’ll never ever feel quite alone when you find out your home is your home

So keep on looking, keep on finding, and don’t ignore the pages your writing

And you’ll run far and wide and to the side and up and to the left

And you’ll find something and something to get.

And it’s the truth and you know it

and you lie to yourself and you’ll probably lie to your kids

And everybody belongs somewhere,

and I’ll take my chances with staying right here

Cause you know you wont find it in your up north

Even if your dad is from there

Cause that aint you, man, you aint mean, you aint green

And you cant really think that this drink, that smoke, his pills are gonna save your soul

When you’ve known all along, you’re at home

and you’re not alone and alone isn’t alone

You’re just upset and no one believes it and its making it worse and keeping you up

And Hank Williams is still filling your cup

and Woody Guthrie is still trying to sing

and telling the left how to think

And what used to be and what is now aint that different and you know its not

but it gets you pissed

and you did blow off the last girl that you kissed

Cause you’re too good, too far, too out

and no one not anybody

in their telivisionseses

and their magazinseses

knows what you’re about

And you keep looking back, sir is this the truth?

Are you keeping the past on the tip of your tooth? On the tip of your tongue?

And it makes you sad and it makes you mean

and you still feel guilty about moms feelings

And you still feel guilty about hanging up

And you still feel guilty about leaving early

And you’re not gonna find it

in your telivisionseses

and your magazineseses

Cause your home, and its right,

and you’ll raise your flag

Make sure it aint white.