I used to live north of this haunted city,
Sky stained with smog that made the sunsets pretty.
And the moon stood naked in the night,
And the sky shined yellow like a fire fly from the city lights.

The sunset was an orangeish hue,
The mountains brown,
But someone I was blue.

I have these arms and they should've been wings,
'Cause I'd fly back home for the Winter and the Spring.
You're all there so far away but there's so much here so I must stay.

Your faces play on every day.
On the movie screen in my brain.
If I could fly then I could stay in your lives.

Now my heart beats in the heart of the heartland.
I've exorcized my demons,
Let them sink in quicksand.
Now I think it's time that I come home.

When I do can we sit and drink on Billy's porch and watch the sunrise?
Simi Vialley, Trailor and Winnetka House, my friends, how I miss you.
I have these arms.....