The End of the Golden Age Car Seat Headrest

If I was back home
Things would be alright
In the winter it would be cold
And it would get dark at night

We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back

And now I'm back in town
And it's so much worse
And everyone around
I tried to but it hurts

We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
We gotta go back