This Time

Haven’t been home in four years
I’ve forgotten the road that takes me there,
Haven’t seen a face like yours in a long time,
Hell, I’ve seen the hungry on the streets
Hell, I’ve been the hungry on the streets,
I’ve seen everything from here, to the midnight

But I aint’ going back this time
I’ve been holdin’ on this lonely blues
Just to try and make a buck or two
Just to try and make enough for a nice bed tonight,
I’ve met men in every dirty pub
In the corners of every city slum,
I’ve stayed with the prince
Of thailand through the summertime

But I aint’ going back this time
These boots been movin’ much to fast
So I think I’ll stay and share a glass,
Can I stay with you in your nice bed tonight?
In fact these boots they haven’t touched the ground,
Never been taught to stick around
But I think I’ll stay and settle down for a while