Fourth Street

Took a flight back to the motherland

Gave my mom a hug and shook my daddy's hand

It's been a while since I've been to town

She said, "Moms live longer with their kids around"

We're sitting on the wrong side of the backyard

Apparently, life this time of year gets pretty hard

He asked me, "Son, do you know what it's like

To wake up in the morning and it doesn't feel right?"

It doesn't feel right

I looked at him in the fire's light

And realized for the very first time

I know I am my father's son

It took a while but I know I'm not the only one

Smoke and drink, keep my belly fed

Throat is burning, stomach's turning

Need to rest my head

I wanna be where the people are

Turns out most of them are actually really far

I'm running 'round Fourth Street, holding it down

I'm keeping my secrets close to the ground

Giving most the nights to Chinatown

Waiting for the sun to come on back around

Holding on to all the things I hate

Words unspoken, don't appreciate

I'll keep my hands up towards the sun

Taking comes easy when the giving's done

I never can finish what I have begun

Maybe this time, I'll beat it, but I'm never gonna cheat it

I'm running 'round Fourth Street, holding it down

I'm keeping my secrets close to the ground

And what goes up will always come back around

I'm running 'round Fourth Street, holding it down