It all comes back around eventually. I know that in my case I was a pretty good kid who read a lot, gravitated toward the arts, spent a lot of time thinking about the nature of faith, and thought that acting must be the best job in the world because you get to eat free food and kiss girls. (Apparently I thought all actors performed in lots of dinner orgy scenes.)

Many years have passed since then, and many lives, too–school, jobs, career, yada yada yada. I’m at an age now when there’s more life behind me than in front of me, and I’m back to being a pretty good kid who reads a lot, gravitates toward the arts, and spends a lot of time thinking about the nature of faith. I’ve come back around to the kid I was at age ten, though I no longer think that acting would be such a great job. Free food and girl kissing still sounds pretty good, though.

Anyway, songs for finding your way back:

“Back in N.Y.C.,” Jeff Buckley.

“I’m Going Back To Old Kentucky,” Bill Monroe.

“Going Back To Louisiana,” Delbert McClinton.

“Ticket Back To Georgia,” Head East.

“Come Back From San Francisco,” Magnetic Fields.

“It’s A Long Way Back To Germany,” The Ramones.

“First Night Back In London,” The Clash.

“Back to the World,” Curtis Mayfield.

There you have it: Eight songs that will take you back to everywhere but South Tallahassee. What did I miss? I’m listening.