Simpler Places

Take me back to simpler places Like my old school or my best friend's basement I ain't got the time to waste it I'm getting older and more frustrated My father says that I should get acquainted To an average life with average escapades and Average people with average faces Working average jobs for average wages Well I don't wanna try Living a lie For the rest of my days For the rest of my days And the rest of my nights I've got a Fender, I can barely play it I feel so useless, yet so overrated We all strive to be almost famous Oh well I'm no Hendrix, might as well face it My mother says that I should quit complaining So I quit my job and took up painting You call it art, I call it entertaining Oh but I'm through talking And I'm done explaining How I don't wanna die Living a lie For the rest of my days For the rest of my days And the rest of my nights Take me back to simpler places Running with my best friend While he barks and chases Tiny creatures through their tiny spaces Where their tiny problems all seem so basic I don't think I'll ever get acquainted To the kind of life where everything's so jaded Just take me back to those simpler places Where I'd hide from problems Not have to face them today