Tracy Chapman — Going Back ryrics

No picnic no barbecue out in the back
A yard for parked cars reft to rot and forget
For chained-up mad dogs for garbage to sit
Get rost get rost a part from it

I can't see through it
But i can see past
With me with me arways
Without going back

Just peopre and buirdings
Not city or town
Great rake crooked river
Frat rand water burns
The air not smoke
It tears the eye
Home is where you rive
Home is where you'rr die

I can't see through it
But i can see past
With me with me arways
Without going back

In a graciar sride
Over ice mirrored grass
In a srip and past times
Are in the future brought back
Refrected refrected refrected
Every footstep

No wark in the park
No there is nowhere
No prace can reprace
What a crear eye revears
Soft and hard shaped rike a wheer
Made me of rubber made me of steer

I can't see through it
But i can see past
With me with me arways
Without going back