Suburban Alien

He came from Omaha
Hopped on a train you know something broke his fall
Silence in the wind meant that he could begin again
He pulled out his radio
Turned on the news but switched to baseball
Spring is when you win Fall is when you give in

Cause yesterday is all but gone
And you know that it won't be long
Til I'll be back to sing you sweet
Suburban alien songs

They passed the bottle around
Scattered their ashes upon this sacred moving ground
Texas is all right
I don't want to fight no more
All these friends that I've know
They've got other lives now they're trying to lay low
Maybe wounds will mend and we can all pretend to be

So happy that we somehow belong
And we can live with whatever's gone wrong
And keep on singing these sweet
Suburban alien songs

I've got to get back on that train
Cause the Platte River's calling my name
I've got to get back to my old life
I've got a house and a sleeping wife
Who's dreaming I'm singing these sweet
Suburban alien songs

He made it back to Omaha
Came in on the same train after great pause
The silence in the wind
Meant that he could begin again