Fully Grown

Duration

5:25

Genres

Americana / Alt Country

Lyrics

The memories saved, and the silence in our rage It's the Golden Age for doing what we want to So I'll be saved, by the lord above or sworn words of love I need a giddy-up, push and shove to make me come undone Got them crossroad blues, don't you know it's true I'm headed back to you Big city in my rearview, traffic that I veer through I'm preferring old to new To reach the sky you have to dream, But you don't know the things I've seen I wanna salivate and scream, But the feeling is so supreme Livin' life all on my own, I don't know the things I've done So I guess I'll just go home, 'cause I'm feeling Fully Grown And in a bar, I play guitar, To a total of four people One's manning the door, one's tending the boos, One's hammered drunk and one is feeble But like the sand trapped beneath the sea, I long to be on the land I used to roam I'm a cherry-red Cadillac, speeding down a racetrack Headed back to the place that I call home To reach the sky you have to dream, But you don't know the things I've seen I wanna salivate and scream, But the feeling is so supreme Livin' life all on my own, I don't know the things I've done So I guess I'll just go home, 'cause I'm feeling Fully Grown