Dive Bar Support Group - Open Mike Eagle, Paul White

We’ve gone too far

We don’t want to go back home

We don’t like to see each other but

We don’t want to go back home

So because we know what’s waiting

We don’t want to go back home

We’ve all gathered here today

Cause we don’t want to go back home

By the way I’ve signed my name

You can see how far I’ve gone

Hold this pen out in my name

Still never found my home

Watch you stalking through the window

Promising to make things right

Trying to get ourselves to fight

For tomorrow night

Ma I’m done I call up the homie

I borrow his gun, I’m not gonna run

I’m my father’s son

I hold up the legacy

Macho, masculine all in my pedigree

Angry and cold

Bold and intense when you’re

Trying to not be so overly sensitive

Fail, fail, everyday, damn…

We know his trouble

So we don’t wanna go back home

We know it’s dark in here

So we don’t want to go back home

We sit here and act adventurous

So we don’t have to go back home

If anybody calls up say I’m here

Cause I don’t want to go back home

By the time I get to Phoenix

It’s playing on the jukebox now

Feeling so bold I’m not repeating

Until the bartender makes that face

Wasting time searching my homie’s songs

And even trying my own name

The result’s always the same

Zero matches found

A couple of beers, a part of the darkness

A couple of peers, I don’t have a body

Just knuckles and ears

Please give me a glass with adjustable mirrors

Don’t judge me cause I know it’s weird

What if they followed us here

This gentrification tomorrow it scares me

Ninety nine bottles of beer on the wall

And tears in the stalls

We’ve gone too far

We don’t want to go back home

We don’t like to see each other but

We don’t want to go back home

So because we know what’s waiting

We don’t want to go back home

We’ve all gathered here today

Cause we don’t want to go back home

By the way I’ve signed my name

You can see how far I’ve gone

Hold this pen out in my name

Still never found my home

Watch you stalking through the window

Promising to make things right

Trying to get ourselves to fight

For tomorrow night