Now we're flying
Just like banshees
On our way back home from Southern California
Yeah and I'm straining
To see through this windshield
'Cuz I swear it's getting brighter by the hour
Now Matt is fast asleep
And my stomach is sick
Coty is still wasted
Andrew's being a prick
Ben is yelling at Falco
"Don't drive us off a damn cliff!"
And it's goodbye, I love you, but I'm never coming home
The wind is blowing
The van is shaking
Sometimes I swear I'm buried deep in a coffin
Covered in amp stands
Covered in worry
But a photograph from way back helps remind me
That when we were growing up
We could only dream
Of travelling around
Playing the rock and roll scene
Now we're five best friends
And our future is still unknown
And it's goodbye, I love you, but I'm never coming home
Yeah we all get homesick
We all get mean
Threw Andrew through a toilet
Blame it on the Jim Beam
Now we're five best friends
And our future is still unknown
And it's goodbye, I love you, but I'm never coming home
(Goodbye, I love you, but I'm never coming home)
Yeah it's goodbye, I love you, but I'm never coming home
(Goodbye, I love you, but I'm never coming home)
