Back to Maine
Here I am at midnight with out a friend around,
Too tired to go to sleep as I listen to the sound
Of traffic in the street that may slow down, but never stops
As multitudes of people hurry to and from the shops.
Didn't an hour just go by?
Why does the clock say twelve-o-three?
This town isn't half the place I thought that it would be.
What I should do is go back to Maine,
Cause they've got a way of living
That's somewhere close to sane.
My rainbow's broken, its colors are running in the rain.
There's nothing for me here
I think that I'll go back to Maine.
I came here to the city two long years ago
Thinking this would be a place where money and the good times flow.
I was looking for a rainbow when I left my home behind,
But all I found was emptiness; that's all there was to find.
Didn't an hour just go by?
Then why does the clock say twelve-fifteen?
This is the longest night that I have ever seen.
What I should do is go back to Maine.
I need a way of living
That's somewhere close to sane.
My rainbow's broken, its colors are running in the rain.
There's nothing for me here
I think that I'll go back to Maine.
I thought the grass would be greener
In a city full of life,
But to me it just seemed meaner,
Cold and brittle as a knife.
And the sad safistication
Left me hollow and alone.
And now I feel, more than ever,
I want to go back home.
Things did not work out the way I thought they would
When I came to live here in this downtown neighborhood.
I swear there's not a person here who cares that I exist
And if I drive away for good, I'm sure I won't be missed.
Didn't an hour just go by?
Then why does the clock say quarter of one?
I've got to get some sleep
Before the morning comes.
What I should do is go back to Maine
Where they've got a way of living
That's somewhere close to sane.
My rainbow's broken, its colors are running in the rain.
There's nothing for me here
I think that I'll go back to Maine.