Going Back Home Songtext
von The Write-ups

One thing after, after another
Stacked against me, no I can′t give in
Broken down and anxious and angry
Such a rough and hard livin'

Left ten years ago to get some time away
From the toxic feelings, and smoke filled haze
Looking for some purpose and easier days
To build my fortune, not dig my grave

Answering the calls of spoiled rotten kids
Boring stories, complaints, and petty shit
Didn′t know how much that I could take of it
I packed my bags, booked my ticket

But now I know that, that I'm drowning
Treading water, no I can't give in
All I know is that I′m trying
Slowly dying, down in hot Austin


Saved and scrapped, just trying to get on through the day
Cold and lonely riding on this north bound train
I wonder if I′ll ever get back home again
To the life I left in Flint, Michigan.

Where people are tough, and more genuine
Than people I've ever met where I can′t pay the rent
Cost of living's going up, it′s time to move again
Back to my chosen family and friends

Then my mom called me, told me she was sick
Her blood thinning out, low hemoglobin
Time to take some measures more drastic
She needed a hand to get through it

Now I'm back to, back to the basements
The bars and couches where I cut my teeth
No longer anxious, anxious and angry
Pounding beers with my friends at Woobie′s

Then I opened, opened the doors of
My favorite place where I met my friends
I chose music, found my calling
Ditched the miserable corporate dead end


Going back home was the best decision
That I ever made in my whole life
Prioritized what matters most and
Now I'm never feeling restless,
Bored and lonely, no I'm never,
Leaving again.