Annie Moscow: Songs

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)
• MP3 short clip, lo-fi play (modem)

My father said the streets of Yonkers don’t look the same to him
My brother - he’s been back to Plainfield to see the house we grew up in
My grandma moved across the world when she was still quite young
She found a life of freedom but she lost her mother tongue
And we’ve tried so hard to fit right in
We’ve joined your clubs and changed our names
My mother’s proud of her straight blond hair
My father’s proud of his golf game

And I’m just trying to find my way
Looking for the old familiar
Trying to find the place where my Soul fits in
But everyone knows you can’t go home again

Can’t go back to Russia
Can’t go back to China
Can’t go back to Hungary
Can’t go back to New Jersey
Can’t go back to Poland
Can’t go back to Viet Nam
Can’t go back to Mexico
Can’t go back to Sarajevo
Can’t Yonkers
Can’t go back to Thailand
Can’t go back to Africa
Can’t go back to South America
Can’t go home again
Can’t go home again
Can’t go home again
Can’t go home again

I had a dream they were dropping bombs on the firecracker hotel
And in my dream they were dropping bombs on the firecracker hotel
And the rooms lit up like little tiny candles on a birthday cake
But I was the lucky one
I got away
I got away

Dorothy I envy you
Lend me your red shoes I’ll fly
Can’t go home again
Can’t go home again
Can’t go home again
Can’t go home again
Can’t go home again
Can’t go home again