Wrong Moves from Homesick by The Elliott Johnson Band
Tracklist
| 4. | Wrong Moves | 3:28 |
Lyrics
Its been six months of a constant headache,
Time to pick up, start clearing some headspace
But I’m not going anywhere without you
Call back to say you wished me well,
I know you meant to say “go to hell”
I just wanna be nowhere near you
So I’m packing up my shit, I’m going to America (whoa)
Maybe find a place where I can get away from you
So I’m driving down the 66, in a van full of fucked up kids
Never been so far from home and never felt so far from alone
I’m tired of decoding what your words mean,
I’ve got friends and now I’m living my dreams
I’m just trying to lose my mind,
So fuck it I’m going Stateside
Fuck it I’m going Stateside
Coughing up a lung every night is still better than the constant fights
I feel like shit, but that’s nothing new
So I’ll ask for directions to Winslow, find a corner and wait for her to call
I can’t wait to waste my time on you
So I’m packing up my shit, I’m going to America (whoa)
Maybe find a place where I can get away from you
So I’m driving down the 66, in a van full of fucked up kids
Never been so far from home and never felt so far from alone
I’m tired of decoding what your words mean,
I’ve got friends and now I’m living my dreams
I’m just trying to lose my mind,
So fuck it I’m going Stateside
Fuck it I’m going Stateside
So I’m packing up my shit, I’m going to America (whoa)
Maybe find a place where I can get away from you
