Genesis 3:23 - The Mountain Goats

House up in Clearlake

Where I used to live

Picked the lock on the front door

And felt it give

Touch nothing, move nothing, stand still

Keep my ears open for cars

See how the people here live now

Hope that they’re better at it than I was

I used to live here

I used to live here

I used to live here

I used to live here

Pictures up on the mantle

Nobody I know

I stand by the tiny furnace

Where the long shadows grow

Living room to bedroom to kitchen

Familiar and warm

Hours spent starving within these walls

Sounds of a distant storm

I used to live here

I used to live here

I used to live here

I used to live here

Fight through the ghosts in the hallway

Duck and weave

Stand by the door with my eyes closed

When it’s time to leave

Steal home before sunset

Cover up my tracks

Drive home with old dreams at play in my mind

And the wind at my back

Break the lock on my own garden gate

When I get home after dark

Sit looking up at the stars outside

Like teeth in the mouth of a shark

I used to live here

I used to live here

I used to live here

I used to live here