The Nest

Part I: Don't Look Back Home

You took me from my nest, I liked the hay
But now I'm old enough to fly over the bay.
I'll spread my wings and go back home
And find out its too changed to roam.

What happened home, why did she die?
When I left, could nobody love her best?
If I'd been around and not said bye
I would've stayed forever, to hold her chest.

When you leave the nest, don't look back
For the nest can never live without you.
And if you ever go back to see her Jack
You should bring something to cry to.

You think you'll recognize her tracks
But she's changed beyond control.
You wouldn't know her so just pack
And forget your new patrol.

I heed you, don't return to your nest
It will only bring you tears;
For the nest has long since depressed,
Falling slowly through the years.

Not even the tree is there
That once held her so high.
Nothing ever keeps its flair
So don't turn around to eye.

Home is gone, and theres just a space
Where you know you once belonged.
Home is a memory so old to even chase
That its vision in your mind is wrong.

Forget about returning to that place you always thought
Would be there for you in case you'd fall.
Remember just the things you think you saw and sought
That were always hard but nice to recall.

From time to time your mind will make up things
To make home seem so great.
Its alright to laugh when you recall the spring
When you first had a date.

When I think of home,
I think of a few friends.
wanting just to roam
But being too young then.

Now I'm old enough
And i wonder if they're there
Looking for a tough door,
To enter the old square.

Part II: The Old Friends

Little Jack was, 9, as I remember him
Crawling through the grass.
Playing those old games we whimmed
Waiting to go back to class.

Michael was a rebel's son
And might be so now.
He should be twenty-one
If he lived 'til now.

I heard of Peter,
That he punched a cop.
After his loving cheater
Gave his heart a stop.

And what of good Jamie Brown?
What is he up to any how?
I remember he never had a frown
But thats probably changed now.

I also know the tragedy
Of little Andy Fog.
He grew up with comedy
But was raised in fog.

I'm glad to hear Ramon is fine,
although I never liked his wit.
He was friends with Andy Fog-- that swine!
And I'm surprised he made it.

Tall Tovar he used to call me Charlie
And, although that was not my real name,
I did like his kind partings.
He would shake my hand and say "Its a shame,
You have to be departing"
"But see you tomorrow Charlie."

Tall, dark, George Flame
I wonder if he's still burning.
The sky was his to tame
But he never learned of taming
And his heart was always yearning.

All of my old friends are there
In the back of this aging head.
They all have their little flairs
That wont go out until I'm dead.

And me, I'm doing fine
Loving a pretty girl.
I left my home to find
That she's my only world.