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Schenectady

@ 2012 Craig Carothers/Don Henry

They say you can’t go back again,
but here I am
Just a hundred miles to where I’m from
Now the wheels touch down,
I'm safe and sound
Probably make it in before the dawn

Schenectady

Rollin' past gold and blue
of the old high school
Drivin' through the early morning mist
Comin’ to the hardware store,
where I worked before
'cross the street from my first kiss

Home, this is home
They’ve been expecting me
Home, coming home
Where they respected me,
protected me, connect to me
Schenectady

Mama's waiting' in the drive,
as we arrive
Nothing I can do to dry her tears
Dressed up in my uniform
On this gray morn
I finally made it back but I'm not here

Home, this is home
They’ve been expecting me
Home, coming home
Where they respected me.
Protected me, resurrected me

Now I'm gonna rest my bones
In this field of stone
And settle in cause I've got time
Home at last,
‘neath the leaves of grass
Forever on the far side of the pines

Schenectady