Welcome home now, buddy
Through the exit door
The bar where you played the numbers
It is no more
In its place now
Who the hell knows?
And your favorite restaurants
They have all closed
Lots of new old countries
Hang on the flagpoles
Like my father and your grandfather
They come to make their bones
Ain't that the promise
That we've all been told?
But when you're climbing the ladder
You gotta step on some toes

What's up with you, man?
Is reality setting in?
They stole the jewel right from your crown
Look at us both now
Ghosts in our hometown
There ain't no more dinosaurs stopping around

Here you are now, buddy
In the shirt you wore
When you walked into R&D
Aged forty-four
Ella Winter was right
You can never go home
The same rooms I grew up in
Feel like catacombs
I took a walk to St. Ann's
When you began your stay
I guess I ran out of ideas
I thought that I might pray
But I was interrupted
By something I can't explain
Heard the old man rolling
Down there in his grave

It's gone in a flash, man
You look down at your own hand
And you don't recognize it at all
Hard looking forward now
You know how it all plays out
There's no time more till act four, and your final bow

We're all slowly marching
Toward the exit door
Will we be disappointed
The same way you are?
I'll just have one question
When I get to the gates
If the bar up in Heaven
Has got a numbers game
Welcome home now, buddy, woo!
Through the exit door