i’m counting on a memory

I’m counting on a memory to get me out of here
I’m waiting for the fog around this spooky little town to clear
All this time I’ve spent being someone else’s friend
Just one more time for old time’s sake I’d like to go back home again

If I could go back home, if I could go back home
If I’d never left I’d never have known
We all dream of leaving but wind up in the end
Spending all our time trying to get back home again

e. john