91 (Live At Radio City Music Hall)

It's '91, a war is on, I watch in black, white and green
My mother dances around like there ain't no rip in the seam
What she waltzes with ghosts, I can't see what went wrong
She's here, but she's not, just like her, I'm not home

Just like her, I'm not home
Just like her, I'm not home
I'm here, but I'm not
I'm here, but I'm not

All storefronts changing, the new war is on
So, I rip floorboards from our place
Black out all our windows and then I kick them from their frames
Now you can dance with anyone
Tattoo yourself a fucking sleeve
'Cause you're here when you're not
Just like you, I can't leave

Just like you, I can't leave
Just like you, I can't leave
Well, I'm here, when I'm not
Well, I'm here, but I've been gone just a little too long now

I wanna be grateful
I wanna be grateful
I don't think I will do it again