Adrenaline and menthol grinding at my teeth I'm singing, "Show me what I wanna see." I'm saying, "Show me where I wanna be."
Homesick? No. I'm sick of home. All it ever gave me were weekends on the phone, feeling badly but laughing at the times that I passed up. I guess that wasn't enough.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey, kid! Come on, tell me what you're missing. Tell me what you're missing out on. Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey, kid! Come on, tell me what you're looking - tell me what you're looking down on.