Fourth Street from Moneyball by Dutch Interior

Took a flight back to the motherland
Gave my mom a hug and shook my daddy’s hand
It’s been a while since I’ve been to town
She said, “Moms live longer with their kids around”
We’re sitting on the wrong side of the backyard
Apparently life this time of year gets pretty hard
He asked me, “Son, do you know what it’s like
To wake up in the morning and it doesn’t feel right?”

It doesn’t feel right

I looked at him in the fire’s light
And realized for the very first time
I know I am my father’s son
It took a while but I know I’m not the only one
Smoke and drink, keep my belly fed
Throat is burning, stomach’s turning
Need to rest my head
I wanna be where the people are
Turns out most of them are actually really far

I’m running ‘round fourth street holding it down
I’m keeping my secrets close to the ground

Giving most the nights to Chinatown
Waiting for the sun to come on back around
Holding on to all the things I hate
Words unspoken don’t appreciate
I’ll keep my hands up towards the sun
The taking comes easy when the givings done
Never can finish what I have begun
Maybe this time I’ll beat it but I’m never gonna cheat it

I’m running ‘round fourth street holding it down
I’m keeping my secrets close to the ground
What goes up will always come back around
I’m running ‘round fourth street holding it down

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