ALBUM: OUT OF THE WOODS
I’m going back home. Gonna get there tonight
Put my keys on the table and hold my baby tight
She gave me a phone call—it was early this morning
She told me to come back—life without me is boring
Got a tank full of gas, through snow and rain,
I’ll drive through Ohio. I’ll own the left lane
I said I would be good, wouldn’t drink no more booze
And I mean it this time—I’ve got too much to lose.
He will look up old friends. They will go out for a drink
He’ll say he only had two, but that’s not what she’ll think
I’m going back home—I can’t hardly wait.
I’m gonna fly right—I’m gonna stay straight
Those nice police cars—They won’t bother me
Turned my life around—It’s too good to believe.
He will start drinking hard and things will get worse
He’ll pee in her closet and he’ll steal from her purse
He’ll make drunken threats She will call up the cops
They will take him away She will change all the locks
Repeat first verse
I’m going back home
I’m going back home
