A CHANGE IN WEATHER

You could call The Bay some place that you should stay
But the weather here has changed and the people aren’t the same
I have done my share of trying hard to care
But the things that keep me here, they’re invisible as air

I may call it home but that’s throwing it a bone
That it buried long ago, that’s something that I know
I have done my best and still been put to rest
My reasons out of reach in my corner by the beach