Text: Rust Belt Lights. These Are The Good Old Days. Home, Sweet Home.

I said this winter was my last,
And Summer came and passed.
The years keep flying by so fast.
If something doesn?t change
I?m gonna go insane.
There goes another year,
And I?m still here.

Another week, another month, another year
And I?m still here, and I?m still here.
Another week, another month, another year
And I?m still here.

HEY! HEY! I?ll pack my bags and drive away.
HEY! HEY! Nowhere to go, I guess I?ll stay.

Another week, another month, another year
Another week, another month, another year
Another week, another month, another year

HEY! HEY! I?ll pack my bags and drive away.
HEY! HEY! Nowhere to go, I guess I?ll stay.

I?ve got a love and hate with New York state.
(Home, sweet home.)
My body is freezing. My heart can?t feel the pain.
(Home, sweet home.)
I?ll drown myself in a melody
And some cheap whiskey should keep me warm tonight.
And when I?m done feeling all alone,
I?ll come to terms with my home, sweet home.