MGMT plays my homecoming party

A short three hours after I landed in the city I once and again call home, I ventured to my favourite borough where The Management and hundreds of my closest urbanly outfitted friends celebrated my return. There were fireworks and beach balls and herbal refreshments galore, all very nice. Got me missing the land from whence I came, though, my dear SF. I no longer understand the subway system and am unfortunately resensitized to the smell of trash, what a tourist I is. Why must the grass be greener in that greenest of cities? Ah well.

There's really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew.