Brett Kissel Die To Go Home
This town was too slow, it was way too quiet
I was bored to death every Saturday night
Left my Mom and Dad, in my rearview mirror
I promised myself I ain't coming back here
Eighteen, careless, wild, and reckless
Stars in my eyes
They tried to tell ya
"Man you'll miss the simple life"
Just like gravity
Tugging at your soul
You'll pray to leave
But you'll die to go home
City lights, velvet ropes
There's always a party, everyone goes
Every crowded room, yeah, it's all the samе
Who you are, who you're with, or the monеy you make
After a while, the empty smiles
Make lonely nights
All that matters, climbing ladders
Now I find
New York's hard and LA's cold
I prayed to leave now I'd die to go home
I'd die to go home
Ooh, ooh
When I was a kid I'd watch planes fly by
Leaving vapor trails and me behind
From my window seat there's a farm below
I was praying to leave now I'd die to go home
