Dad still lives in the town where he was born  Says he's got nowhere else to go  He's been working the same job since 1962  Knows everything he'll never need to know  Everyday at five he'd come home from the plant  He'd pull up and honk his horn  He'd go in the kitchen and come out with a beer  Then unbutton his uniform  And I never understood the expression on his face  But finally it's making sense to me  "Cause when grandpa passed away I inherited his clothes  And a job down at the factory  Living second rate, working second shift  And somehow twenty years went by  I ended up like dad, in the town where I was born  And I'll never question why