I got told I can't come back
I could've done it different, now I've packed my bags
Now I'm here wasting my time
Chasing a rhythm, Lord I'm looking for a rhyme
Didn't want to go to school, got the music in my soul
Now I'm on the road trying to get my record sold
Running out of time, the walls are closing in
Gotta get it out, find my second wind
Walking down the road just the way I came
Gotta make sure not to turn my back again
The man sits there and works his 9-5
You know he kinda feels it hard to find a drive
When the child gets old and the money gets tough
He lives his day to day and his wife don't get enough
You just wanna get back, wanna sit back home
In your leather chair and just grow real old
