I hate this business of visiting my hometown Seeing my friend in her old place Just something stupid I felt in high school Now I go gliding from face to face And I should say what I know; It's hard to say as to go You seem so desperate to show me your friends Like a mortician under county review You never lose what you don't extend So curl up and let the wind bury you And I should say what I know; It's hard to say as to go I hate this business of visiting my hometown Moving the corpse from place to place Just something stupid I felt in high school Should leave the sand smooth on your harsh face And I should say what I know; It's hard to say as to go