Stale cigarettes and old coffee;
The tastes of Europe.
The restless soul,
Came to America to better his children,
But don't you know
That change only hardens a child?
His wandering conscious
Will only find itself
In the land where you first saw his mother.
Where the two of you fumbled in muffled exploration.
We all return from whence we came,
The family-blood pilgrimage,
Stained with the ink of faded passports.