I can't find my way home It's still a place I need to be Can someone show me any place, That could be home for me Not back there in the North In the windswept bitter cold With the sidewalks growing grass Where we would only grow old And all the mines are gone But no one knows or cares If a thing is not nailed down It was never there I still remember how it seemed An old-world symphony of tears And now what I want's always beyond my reach Where the river bends Wasn't down here in the South Always on nightshift or on call There's no sunshine in the streets The buildings grew so tall And no-one sees your eyes But from a corner of their own And they only really feel it when the balance has all gone They don't care how And they don't care why It's enough to make a grown man cry, and I do What's it to you? If I can't find my way home And it's still a place I need to be Seems what I want's always beyond my reach And where the river bends Singing songs down from the trees To race across the open fields Around the trucks like carrion for the fall And the fruit we tried to steal I cannot find my way home, Empty places packed and gone As if what I want's always beyond the point Of where the river bends Just where the river bends Where the river bends