Coming Home

I'm not happy with myself these days

I took the best parts of the script and I made them all cliche

And this red bandanna is surely going to fade

Even though it's 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'll finally know the difference

Between going back and going home, yeah

Cut to a life being born in sixty nine

Middle class suburbs, every thing'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 four 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 eighteen

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 twenty three

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 five 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 away

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 thirty eight is a bore

Then come on god, please give me thirty eight 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

Yeah, going back and going home