Lyrics: Going Back/going Home

I'm not happy with myself these days
I took the best pars of the script
And i made them all cliche'
And this red bandana's surely gonna fade
Even though it's the only thing
The fire didn't take

Everybody says
"uou'll grow a lot from this experience"
Baby b. comes in after a while
Become a president
Blessings things get disguised sometimes
But all i know
Is i finally know the difference between going back and going home

Yeah

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 kinda normal
That she hides
All 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 they leave the driveway
For the northern snow
They finally know the difference between going back and going home

Yeah

Cut to a life
Being born in '69
Middle class suburb
Everything's fine
Fondue parties
My mom and my dad's
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
In sighting the 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 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, then to fade away
Went back to the van the very next day
Picked 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 c'mon god
Please give me thirty-eight more

And 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
Back and going home
I do