Todd Clouser: Music

Everything’s changed
But the streets and their names
And the books on the chapel pughs

The bars and the trains
Their whistles don’t ring
The smokestacks blow the blues

The building lights like trumpet wind
I was wounded, just hoping to live

Kansas City got me home again

Post Ref A Bm7 F#m F#m/E
A (mel) F#m7 C#m7 B7 E7

Memory rain
Paid my paper in change
Hoping I’d know to go or stay

But all that is left
Is beating in my chest
With people time has had its way

My blood is clean, my shadow thin
For so long I don’t know who I’ve been

Kansas City got me home again…. To B7 D E


These feathered arms of the ground under the tree
I got a letter to write I’ll bury beneath
I been flying in circles like a bird alone
Ever since I left my home

But life is long if you live it short
And this town has seen enough of my sin

Kansas City got me home again