If I was born in a concocted town built by imaginary men
If my imaginary friends were the only ones I could depend on
If they didn't want to hurt me but that is what they did
Would I have run away and hid
To find a boy can't run from his imagination?
Imagine the frustration
If I was born in New Orleans instead of just passing through
If I hadn't met that dude who told me I could make a quick buck or two
If I made it up to Michigan like everybody expected
Would I have run away and hid?
Because a man can run from the shit that really happens
But I never made it back to the bus station
Imagine the frustration
I finally find a little piece of mind
And now I can go anywhere but I can't go home
If I showed up on your doorstep acting like I didn't care
A rye smile on my face and dirty hair
Would you offer up your guest room?
It could be like my own place
The truth is even if I could come home I wouldn't want to stay
Imagine the frustration
I finally find one little piece of mind
Now I can go anywhere but I can't go home