Back to try our luck at the American dream With three suitcases full of fading memories Stories you don't care to hear With people once near and dear Now they've disappeared.
I left a Sydney summer romance For a transcontinental breakup In the dead of winter I'd convinced myself I'd get back what I'd lost In the lime-light
No where feels like home But the open road I'll go at it alone Through deadzones Through timezones
I say I'm finally home in Philly But I say **** I don't mean They said that's not where you're from I say I'll start where I am But I won't end up here.
So I flew out to a West Coast Christmas To smoke some **** in the sun But global ruined wrecked my fun
No where feels like home But the open road I'll go at it alone Through deadzones Through timezones
Now it's always sunny in Philadelphia And raining in L.A. The world has took a 180 What else can I say
I can't help thinking that I've done it all wrong Traveled the world and back Seen everything there is to see And I have nothing to show for it Besides the stolen sand in my suitcase And faded summer dreams
No where feels like home But the open road I'll go at it alone Through deadzones Through timezones