Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Going Back/Going Home, artist - Butch Walker. Album song Sycamore Meadows, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 16.08.2010
Record label: INgrooves
Song language: English
Going Back/Going Home |
I’m not happy with myself these days |
I took the best parts of the script and I made them all cliché |
And this red bandana’s surely gonna fade |
Even though its the only thing the fire didn’t take |
Everybody says you’ll grow a lot from this experience |
Maybe become zen after a while, become a president |
Blessings get disguised sometimes but all I know |
Is I finally know the difference between going back and going home |
There’s a lady on my block that has a kid |
As he swims in the above ground pool, she seals up the lid |
And he thinks it’s kind of normal that she hides |
Up the cuts and all the bruises, she says it’s warpaint for the eyes |
She tells her son she did the best she could as she buries dad |
Maybe he’ll grow up to be a man unlike his father did |
As I leave the driveway for the northern snow |
They finally know the difference between going back and going home |
Cut to a life being born in '69 |
Middle-class suburbs, everything’s fine |
Fondue parties, my mom and my dads |
Drinks being drunk, and fights being had |
I lost my virginity to a girl in my band |
She was 4 years older, she made me a man |
So addicted to sex every chance that I got |
With whoever I wanted, until I got caught |
So I took my penicillin, and I took my band |
To a town made of glitter-girls and cocaine friends |
Got handed the dream by the age of 18 |
Saw more than most people that I know had ever seen |
Played every bar, drank till black and blue |
Did the morning show bullshit and went to China too |
Where they left us to die without a ticket to flee |
Inciting a riot, we were only 23 |
Packed it up, started over just as fast as we can |
Selling tapes, making merch in the back of a van |
Living hand-to-mouth for the next 5 years |
Took up drinking wine, gave up drinking beer |
Signed another big deal with a devil in a dress |
A one-hit-wonder I think described it best |
Decided to burn out than to fade a way |
Went back to the van the very next day |
Built it up, made a living without any help |
Made amazing friends, if I say so myself |
If living like this at 38 is a bore |
Then come on, God, please give me 38 more |
Everybody knows I’ve seen a lot, yeah I’m experienced |
Makes you feel so old after a while, just like our president |
Every time I come back in this town I know |
I finally know the difference between going back and going home |