candy with a cigar between chipped teeth   legs straddling the newspaper rack   the cars passed outside the cafe   she took off her new wave glasses to say      it's gonna be a long fall from here   where did you go   i guess it doesn't matter now   welcome home      i wanted to follow the sun this year   after too many soggy springs   but mayflowers bring june brings jealousy   and bad plans july brings me      early sunsets and summer's end   last chance for lake swimming   dawn walking the old road by the dump alone   welcome home      it's easier to disagree    with what you're told   than what you're shown   so they say   welcome home