I used to think of myself as an un-settle-down-ish type
But when I plunged in to the big bustling world
I see the beauty and hometown glory of the little place I love
And now I'm indecisive as all hell as to whether I should go back
I'm not happy here, after all
And though I may be learning, it's not as much as I learned back home
So I'll stay until Christmas and I'll stay until Manifest
But from then on, I really don't know yet
Since my free time is spent looking at pictures of Minnesota
As if it were some unattainable dream world I could only wish on stars for
But I was blessed there for eighteen years
And here it's flat and heartless
Wind rips the flesh right off your bones
And I prayed not to be stagnant, but this change wasn't good
And if that joy, that thrill doesn't thrill like you think it will-
Well I don't know what to make of it
But that's the thing, I must make something
For of all I've ever learned, that sticks with me
Good art can come from bad circumstances
Even when it was easier to assemble when the air was warm with love
And good thoughts and spirits surrounded my soul to nurture it
I will be back soon
Thirty-five days, I counted on my Calendar, and told my brother right
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more old photos to pine for
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