Look away from the familiar bend in the road, from the vista to the east at dawn Take your belongings Strike the memory from your heart Strike the name from history Strike the name and never look back You can never come home Never come home
Forget the way windows shone on winter afternoons Forget the gnarled bark, the width of trees Forget the number painted on your door; peeling paint showing layers of what had gone before Forget how stone held the heat of day until night Forget catkins promising spring Forget the colour of hills For everything will drown And you can never come home Never come home