Returning from victory
I used to walk on these gracefully
Yea, she lives just far enough away from home
And that bark isn't as scary as it used to be
Yea, she watches his self torture
But still her memory scorches her
There's just no way to keep it neat
And end up on the TV screen
But now they crunch beneath her feet
Yea, they throw their sticks and stones
And end up on the the TV screen
And raisin' the rent and breakin' the poor
And I guess she must be changin'
Hungry for what, I ain't sure
And her father still barks like a soldier
But now she's much older
And she used to walk on these gracefully
I guess she must be changin'
But now they crunch beneath my feet
And this town grows hungry and restless
No one left to abuse but himself
And she struggles to love herself
To see the whole scene
And I guess I must be changin'
She never was too good at stayin' in her seat
And she struggles to love herself
And I used to walk on these gracefully
There's just no way to keep it neat
Her memory scorches her
And she used to walk on these gracefully
But they're sweepin' the streets of the trash and the homeless
She turns her fan up on high
And to block out the sounds of the city's commotion
But now they crunch beneath her feet
And down the street, the kids throw sticks and stones
