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Going Back/Going Home

This song is by Butch Walker and appears on the album Sycamore Meadows (2008).

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 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 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.

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