Saudade from Saudade by Sonny Rocka

I can feel that throbbin’ in my throat
Broke down on the eastbound side of the road
I remember dad made a joke
He said one of these windmills
gonna have to fly us home

Shipwrecked, sunk In the Altamont hills
Staring at people and spinning wheels
Wondering why everybody goes
So damn far just to get back home

You can’t go home again
Overheard my father saying to his friend
I was 8 but I knew just what he meant

You can go back to where you’ve been
But you can never go home again

He’s a ghost rustling in the trees
He’s the smell of exhausted gasoline
Passing by a place I’ll never be
The bitter taste of sweet melancholy

I’ll drive miles out of the way
Try to catch something “yesterday”
But nothings right, when everything has changed
Same address same street name

Quiet down son, if you try you can hear the kids at play
Same address, same street name

You can’t go home again
Overheard my father saying to his friend
I was 8 but I knew just what he meant

You can go back to where you’ve been
But you can never go home again

• Folk
• acoustic
• political
• punk
• Livermore