80 miles outside of town,
and this old vans broken down
I'm getting tired of feeling old
7 years of moving slow
I messed up along the road
from bad haircuts to lies I've told
the ones who knew me have all gone
the friends had have all moved on
24 years old
and I want to go home
again
I spent all the cash I had
on guitars and taxi cabs
spent a month out in L.A.
I left that town without my name
I made some friends while making rounds
we only talk if I'm in town
I wanna make my parents proud
and that keeps the flame from burning out
24 years old
and I want to go home
and I sold my soul to rock n roll
cause its the only thing I wanna know
I've been lied straight to the face
some say karma is to blame
What goes around has got a funny way of coming back around to stay
I can't complain about the fame
where I'll go or where I've been
just keep your dreams so outta reach
till you get used to your own feet
24 years old
and I want to go home
and I sold my soul to rock n roll
cause its the only thing I wanna know