I’m going home send a message in a bottle

I’m just a sojourner, a mental globetrotter

Right my wrongs ‘cause I can’t solve the worlds problems

What’s the matter with my form talk to Aristotle

Theo-drama God’s Batman and I’m Robin

Down to play the second fiddle, I need more rosin

Pluck the bow and miss the middle now I’m downtrodden

But hitting rock bottom’s way less common

When I’m out of my head and in my kids’ life

Homemade sourdough bread cut me a thick slice

Nothing else sits right, this bread is Christ

Paint a picture perfect day, that’s a still life

If it’s taken it all away, I hope I still fight

I hope I never have a crisis in my midlife

The darkest parts of my mind, I’ve probably been twice

But now I’m breaking out the vise to find paradise

Life’s a memory bank, make a deposit

Saving up remember whens and pull ‘em out when I’m nostalgic

But withdrawals got me hooked like an alcoholic

Sipping gin and tonic, now I can’t stop it

Now I’m melancholic, can we turn back time

DJ play that song one last time

And get the bride and groom in the room again

Can a man try to go back to the womb again?

I’m brand new again, and sure as hell don’t want to lose her

She’s biding time just to pick the right suitor

The early days of married life could’ve been smoother

I wish that I knew this sooner

But I think I got it now, praise God, Alleluia

You can’t stop the clock, time flows through ya

Remember good old days for something newer

I’m looking back to the future