Going Home [Bonus Track]

Driving on the highway felt so nice

Until the grey sky opened up and covered the road with ice

I could see myself spinning and my knuckles turning white

Everyone's straining their eyes

And I'll miss you on Sunday

But right now I just feel so small

And life has been empty

Good times always the last I recall

And the comforts of home will turn sour all too soon

And I'll come back to you you you you

So finally made it back home again

But things seem strange

Some nights I feel like crying

It's just something about my air

And I don't wanna see you

Don't wanna know how you've been

No I don't want to be your friend

No one will know me on Sunday

I have suddenly grown so tall

And I'll try to seem interested

I could really live without it all

And we know she drinks too much

You can see it in her eyes

It's old news

Old news

Bad news

But everyone starts to sing yeah

And that's always the best part because the songs are old but the sound is new

Yes the music is beautiful beautiful beautiful

When you're driving though streets in the town where you're from

Do you wonder where it will all

Seeing neon signs and thinking 'bout yourself wondering what your motives are

I'm wondering what my motives are

No one will know me on Sunday I have suddenly grown so tall

And I'll try to seem interested I could really live without it all

And the comforts of home will turn sour all too soon

And I'll come back to you