I'm living in Augusta, Georgia now
working my hands to the bone.
The first night I was here I shaved my head,
to cope with the Southern heat.
You didn't seem to like it, nor the way it looked with my beard.
Good thing I don't have to look good for you anymore.

I told you that when I come home,
I'll be a different man.
You didn't seem to know what I meant
nor did you really care.

I found myself so far from home
and realized the man I've been for far too long
was never me at all.