“Can we go back to
Living on the east side
Sitting by the fire
Drinking tea all night
Can we go back to
Messy mornings
Refusing to let go
Even tho we knew we had to
Gotta go make money baby
Be back soon
Don’t wait up
I love you too
Oh rush hour traffic waiting on me
While the New folks buying houses site unseen
I’m racing the clock trying to buy our spot
Before they run out of room
In the land of dreams
By the looks of it you’d think We just got here
Got nothin to show for our childhood years
Cost too much to hold onto stuff
So we just let it disappear
Gotta go make money baby
Be back soon
Don’t wait up
I love you too
Oh rush hour traffic waiting on me
A herd of out of town plates fleeing the scene
I’m racing the clock trying to buy our spot
Before they run out of room
In the land of dreams
it never lets up
It never slows down
Stop to take a break
You’ll pay somehow
With your family or your home
Your mind or your soul
Best to keep trucking til the tires let go
Oh rush hour traffic waiting on me
While some rich guy tears down what’s left of our street
I’m racing the clock trying to buy our spot
Before they run out of room
In the land of dreams”