a visit home Lyrics

I'm driving up to see my mother

And my childhood home

I threw away the bags I packed

Turned off my life to roam

I check into rundown motels

Ones where you'd never stay

But that's okay 'cause now I get

To do things my own way

I think about the times I've spent

In each and every block

Now I'm back cutting pills

And hiding from the cops

It's funny when life deals these cards

But hopes for us to live

How do I move on from here?

Is there more for me to give?

Drove around my old school

It used to be so small

They tore it down along with the faded

Murals on the walls

I'm leaving soon, my time is done

She's set for the next part

On the road I feel free

Who knew it would be this hard?

Who knew it would be this hard?

Who knew it would be this hard?