I got told I can't come back I could've done it different, now I've packed my bags Now I'm here wasting my time- Chasing a rhythm, Lord I'm looking for a rhyme Didn't want to go to school, got the music in my soul Now I'm on the road trying to get my record sold Running out of time, the walls are closing in Gotta get it out, find my second wind Walking down the road just the way I came Gotta make sure not to turn my back again The man sits there, works his 9-5 You know he kinda feels it hard to find a drive When the child gets old and the money gets tough He lives his day to day and his wife don't get enough You just wanna get back, wanna sit back home- In your leather chair and just grow real old