Fourth Street

Took a flight back to the motherland Gave my mom a hug and shook my daddy's hand It's been a while since I've been to town She said, "Moms live longer with their kids around" We're sittin' on the wrong side of the backyard Apparently, life this time of year gets pretty hard He asked me, "Son, do you know what it's like To wake up in the morning, and it doesn't feel right?" It doesn't feel right I looked at him in the fire's light And realized for the very first time I know I am my father's son It took a while, but I know I'm not the only one Smoke and drink, keep my belly fed Throat is burning, stomach's turning Need to rest my head I wanna be where the people are Turns out most of them are actually really far I'm running 'round fourth street, holdin' it down I'm keeping my secrets close to the ground Giving most the nights to Chinatown Waitin' for the sun to come on back around Holdin' on to all the things I hate Words unspoken don't appreciate I'll keep my hands up towards the sun The taking comes easy when the giving's done I never can finish what I have begun Maybe this time I'll beat it, but I'm never gonna cheat it I'm running 'round fourth street, holding it down I'm keeping my secrets close to the ground And what goes up will always come back around I'm running 'round fourth street, holding it down