I’m pulling in the driveway while the neighbors backing out
The dog is at the front door and the baby’s up by now
It’s like singing your favorite song and forgetting all the lines
We’ll fall back in a rhythm, it might take a little time
And it scares me, how easy it can be
Getting used to leaving
Getting used to coming down
Getting used to four wheels rolling through another lonely no name town
You say I love you through the phone
You know you been gone way too long
And the hard part is getting used to the getting home
Sometimes, I’m just a stranger with a suitcase on the floor
My clothes don’t even go into the dresser anymore
I’m spinning somewhere between a blessing and a curse
Sometimes I’ve got to ask myself which one I’m putting first
And it scares me, how easy it can be
Getting used to leaving
Getting used to coming down
Getting used to four wheels rolling through another lonely no name town
You say I love you through the phone
You know you been gone way too long
Yeah, the hard part is getting used to the getting home
And I’m tired of having to say “I hate I missed it”
To be here, in Chicago, playing for tips and two drink tickets
I’m hoping that the climb just might be worth the fall
When I’m home, I miss the road, and when I’m on the road, I miss it all
I miss it all
Getting used to leaving
Getting used to coming down
Getting used to four wheels rolling through another lonely no name town
You say I love you through the phone
You know you been gone way too long
Yeah, the hard part is getting used to the getting home
The getting home
The getting home
Other lyrics by American Aquarium:
Babies Having Babies
She showed up like a vision Her summer dress whipping In the wind, like fresh laundry on the line Delightfully enamored with our reckless abandon Carried on like children …
Cherokee Purples
I still see you when I close my eyes On your back porch in the summertime The kids on Mama’s side in the back yard Running wild as kudzu vines If y’all get …
Crier
The first thing we do when we’re born So quickly from our weary Mother’s arms we are torn Trying to make sense of a world overwhelming The pressure in ours …
Head Down, Feet Moving
Every lesson that I’ve learned, I had to learn the hard way I picked myself up off the floor a time or two If you can’t throw a punch, boy, you better learn …
Messy As A Magnolia
I was messy as a magnolia, blooming in the month of May I’d set a match to a second chance so fast, it’ll take your breath away She ran into a house on fire …