I hate this business of visiting my hometown
Seeing my friend in her old place
Just something stupid I felt in high school
Now I go gliding from face to face

And I should say what I know;
It's hard to say as to go

You seem so desperate to show me your friends
Like a mortician under county review
You never lose what you don't extend
So curl up and let the wind bury you

And I should say what I know;
It's hard to say as to go

I hate this business of visiting my hometown
Moving the corpse from place to place
Just something stupid I felt in high school
Should leave the sand smooth on your harsh face

And I should say what I know;
It's hard to say as to go