If you ever consider busing from Portland Oregon to New York City Straight. Consider harder.
lyrics
My knees are cramping because I haven't moved in the last eight hours, my head is aching from the lack of water breaks. I bunch my hoodie up into a ball, stick it between the window and my head, I
let these pages fall and I pass out again.
But I, I don't want to go back home, I don't want to go back
home no not tonight. The foothills gave way to the mighty Rockies and we broke free of the storm into the great plains. The roof is leaking and these seats are never spaced evenly apart. The screams and the smells from the back almost broke my heart.
But I, I don't want to go back home, I don't want to go back home no not tonight, and I, I don't want to go back home, I don't want to go back home no not tonight.
At the sixty-fourth hour in the Windy City morning, my ankles the size of tree trunks, I began to question these motives. One can argue sanity is relative, but everything faded to memory as I awoke, to that New York skyline.
I don't want to go back home, I don't want to go back home no not
tonight, and I, I don't want to go back home, I don't want to go back home no not tonight. And I, I don't want to go back home, I don't want to go back home no not tonight. No I don't want to go back home tonight.
credits
from Beards!,
released September 6, 2013
Lyrics: Jon Creeden
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