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