(maybe a bit slower)
I left this city years ago
A broken kid, a broken home
But I still know these streets like the back of my hand
Can’t reach my father any more
Can’t even go to that front door
I know I got nothing here but it’s still my hometown
‘Cause I’ve been 16 getting drunk on these streets
Wearing fake Adidas with fake ID
It’s the place I watched my daddy leave
This is for the kids in my hometown
The ones who stayed, the ones who got out
The ones who lost themselves and found it all
The ones we should’ve called
This is for the kids in my hometown
I really hope you’re happier now
I hope you found the homes you never had
Here’s to moving on and here’s to coming back
Here’s to coming back
You know this city broke my heart
But it’s still where you are
How can 8 miles be so close but so far?
Well tonight I’m coming home
I wonder do you even know?
I’ve never been so alive, so alone
I think of the taste of vodka and Marlboro Reds
And the face of a girl I can’t forget
It’s the place my mother took her last breath
This is for the kids in my hometown
The ones who stayed, the ones who got out
The ones who lost themselves and found it all
The ones we should’ve called
This is for the kids in my hometown
I really hope you’re happier now
I hope you found the homes you never had
Here’s to moving on and here’s to coming back
I’m coming back
I’m coming back
I’m coming back
Tonight I’m coming back
I’m coming back
I’m coming back
I’m coming back
Tonight I’m coming back
