Nostos
I want to go back
back to the narrow streets
the rod iron lined alleys
with the children's faces all dirtied
as the Molasses Tax debates
echoed from the tavern
I want to go back
I want to go back
Smell the smoke stacks
rising over the sea by Flint Glass
to a time when a name was a name
and Scollay Square
gleamed with optimism
I want to go back
Smell the public gardens greenhouse
sleep amongst the glamour of light
in the Hotel Vendrome
and play tennis in the white of Franklin Park
I want to go back
I want to go back
To a time when the suburbs were the country
and the country was the wilderness
swim amongst the innocence and
love in a candlelit sea of guilt
I want to go back
I want to go home