Tacoma

I might just go back to Tacoma

If it'll have me back

I've missed the lingering blanket of cold cloud

And the moss in the sidewalk cracks

Yeah, I may go back to old Tacoma

If it opens its arms, I surely will

Back where the smell of the saltwater mingles

With the stink of the paper mill

I'm going back to where the mountains

Are all about to blow their tops

I'll drag my body back past the old rain shadow

'Cause it is the only place that makes me feel alive

Back to where the churning waters

Make me feel so small

Drag my body back past the old rain shadow

'Cause it is the only place that makes me feel alive

It is the only place that makes me feel alive

It is the only place that makes me feel alive

Never a lonely place