Description

Classic pop rock, Fast tempo, building, vintage, retro, warm, nostalgic, 1950s, 50's, singer songwriter, positive, Male vocals, piano, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, bass, drums, tambourine, brass, horns

Lyrics

Well I went back
To where I'm from
When the streets were clean
And all the lights were green

And I hit the road
Cuz you know
That it only goes to show
That you can't really go home

So if it splits
Why don't you go out after it
And hold it up to get a better grip

And if it's all the same
Don't you leave it out in the rain
Like a bad, back page of a card to keep your place
It'll be there waiting

So put out the light in the street light
Look out for things in the plain sight
Read all the books in the basement
Step on the cracks in the pavement

Say it three times if you want to
Nothing is coming to get you
Pass by the cats on the back streets
Fasten your belt in the backseat

... Your fingers if it's hard to admit
But for God's sake, get on with it

And when they find us in our apartments
Far from the gaze of our mother's
Will they see us for our empty pockets and our
Empty cubbards
I can't see how
It's so far from us now
Let's put cards in the spokes of our bikes
Cuz it makes a sound

If you can't go home
Then you can't go home
If you can't go home
Then you can't go home
If you can't go home
Then you can't go home
If you can't go home
Then you can't