homecoming
the familiar smoke screen of my city
secondhand from the people i've had to meet
stepping back out into the comforting concrete jungle
i've been caged in the middle of nowhere too long
the aromas of hot garbage and laundromats feel new
to the city girl born and bred
maneuvering the subway comes back naturally
like a homing pigeon
farewell seclusion, confinement
i've stepped out of your sheltered milieu
without merely a backward glance
(i'm not sure i really like it, it's not finished...)
secondhand from the people i've had to meet
stepping back out into the comforting concrete jungle
i've been caged in the middle of nowhere too long
the aromas of hot garbage and laundromats feel new
to the city girl born and bred
maneuvering the subway comes back naturally
like a homing pigeon
farewell seclusion, confinement
i've stepped out of your sheltered milieu
without merely a backward glance
(i'm not sure i really like it, it's not finished...)