Along the northeast corridornthe tunnel is a muffled voicenStrangers shifting baggage past your feetnEdison's a pyrographnin the town named as his epitaphnand everyone's got someplace else to bennWhen you make the move you make oncenyou're a bedtime story that never wasnand thennit's back too far too hard then back to younnOh nonhere we go againnI knownbringin it back to younnThere's nothin much to the window seatnchimneys, ash, and nothing greennto let you know you're in this garden statenLike an old friend who you realize isnfull of piss and promisesnThe two of you will long to hold your fatennWhen the wheels are worn upon this tracknif you break out you ain't comin back againnunless it's just to burnnI hope they knownnOh nonhere we go againnI knownbringin it back to younn[Instrumental bridge]nnOh nonhere we go againnI knownbringin it back to younnI knownif I wanna go homenand I wonder ifnI'll ever know, ever know, ever know...