I wrote this song in a damn beat and I'm totally wrong,
Staring at a window, me and my mobile phone,
Puffing off some indo, feeling so far from home,

I don't know why I'm complaining; I'm finally on my own.
About fifty-six days, how long have I been gone?
But who's counting I just know, it's been a little too long.


[Chorus:]
And yeah I'm travelling,

I'm packing for my back in my Connecticut,
... this is madness, I won't be happy until I get home!
I won't be happy until I get home!

I won't be happy until I get home!

And I missed the moving so fast,

I learned to take my time,
This world can be hectic; you could be left behind,
So, we stress, and let it eat us from inside,

You got to get it off your chest and keep it off your mind.
Sometimes I wonder when I'll see 25,
Well, I'll be in three years, hopefully in my prime.


[Chorus:]
And yeah I'm travelling,

I'm packing for my back in my Connecticut,
... this is madness, I won't be happy until I get home!
I won't be happy until I get home!

I won't be happy until I get home!

Check it out!

Feels good!
Sometimes I feel like I'm writing my life away,
In the studio night and day,

Like... like I'm half my age,
And all I need is a mike and a stage,
Some would say, I say, I'm sick of these airplanes,

Automobiles in these... %#@!,
Maybe I'm right, then again maybe I'm wrong,
Another day, another song, $#&@ I'm taking too long,

And guess what happens...
I won't be happy until I get home!
I won't be happy until I get home!

I won't be happy until I get home!
I won't be happy until I get home!
Singing in the house,

!@^%s know I'm around!