Let's take the green road home tonight Overgrown trees cut out the light Back to our parents' home Always in Ektachrome First you turn left, then you turn right But when we arrived there was no roof, and no front door There were no windows on any floor Back to the bricks and wood Like the rest of the neighbourhood It was our parents' house no more What was it that I hoped I'd see? A revelation? Or some sign of safety? Places can accumulate so much weight The beech tree at the front was gone I was a boy up there in that top room Some days I couldn't wait to leave, yet I still believe And as we retraced our steps that night The city approached and the sky grew bright It's better to move on Because the past is gone There's nothing left behind So let the green road wind You won't straighten out its line Imagine if we could Shake off this stuff for good It's only bricks and wood Yeah, imagine if we could Shake off this stuff for good It's only bricks and wood