I go to bed at night
Hoping when I wake
This will all be gone
Like it was just a dream
And I'll be home again
Back again in Brooklyn
Back with people who look like I do
And talk like I do
And think like I do
But then
The sun rises in Atlanta again
These people make me tense
I live in fear they'll start a conversation
These people make no sense
They talk and I just stare and shut my mouth
It's like a foreign land
I didn't understand
That being Southern's not just being in the South
Whan I look out on all this
How can I call this Home?
These men belong in zoos
It's like they've never joined civilization
The Jews are not like Jews
I thought that Jews were Jews
But I was wrong
I thought I would be fine
But four years down the line
With ev'ry word it's very clear
I don't belong
I don't cuss, I don't drawl
So how can I call this Home?
Home calls, and I'm free of the Southern breeze
Free of magnolia trees and endless sunshine!
Evermore lives the dream of Atlanta
But not mine!
Not mine!
A Yankee with a college education
Who by his own design
Is trapped inside the land
That time forgot
I'm trapped inside this life
And trapped beside a wife
Who would prefer that I'd say "Howdy" not "Shalom"
Well I'm sorry Lucille
But I feel what I feel
And this place is surreal
So how can I call this Home?