Sometimes I feel like I'm just wasting time
Looking for another side
Sometime I feel like I'm losing
My mind ‘cause there ain't no other side
Sometimes I'm just spinning my wheels
Ain't no big deal
Morning, there's another side
Sometimes I feel like I'm
Just standing in place, ain't no real race
Ain't no other side
Life is like a circle and you
End up where you started
If you end up where you
Started ain't no other side
Yeah, but if life is like a curtain that I'm
90% certain that I'm looking
Through at something
Yes, I'm almost touching something
On the other side
Yeah, the opposite of new is old
The opposite of young is old
Seems like everything has got another side
Yeah, but young ones want to be old ones
Old ones know what they would do
If they was young ones
People ain't never really satisfied
People ain't never satisfied
If life is like a mirror then
The nearer you get clearer
You can see it so much clearer
Feel like you know about the other side
My friends all swear that they know
What I should do with my life
How I should run my life
What should be happening with my life
They're on the other side
They're on the outside i'm on the inside
Things always look so much better
On the other side
Four O'clock in the morning they don't know
All the things I been needing
They don't know breaking out in a sweat
And they don't know feeling down
And they don't know
They don't know the other side
I need to go home momma could change it
Daddy could help me yes, I could go home
Yeah, Momma don't need to see me this way
Know me this way touch me this way
Love me this way find me this way
I can't go home i'm saying
I don't want to call him
I don't want to know him
I don't want to need him
I don't want to feel it i don't want to know
But I know, know know hey, home
So I say tomorrow

I'm going home tomorrow ain't coming
Tomorrow will always where it was

I need to go home
Maybe I could start all over at home
Without the whispers hanging on me
Pulling on me, rolling with me pulling on me
Yes, I'd like to go home
Without the whispers