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
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 5:04 PM UTC
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
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