Lyrics

HEADIN HOME

She?s travelin to the other side of the grape vine
wind sweeping through the southern sky
blowing through her hair,
cranking aretha on her ipod stereo
she?s trying to keep her eyes from falling but
the lights are getting low,
she?s heading home


Home sweet home
to the flickering lights in the
hills
where everybody looks real
good and healthy and money just spills
home sweet home
forever in gridlock
that never moves
where you?re gonna win or lose
in this city of angels.

With money tightly
held she walks down
sunset
wondering pass the tattoo shops
and checking on her calls
Looking for a spot
on reality T.V.
everybody?s a movie star here
with no identity
home she calls it home

Home sweet home
to the flickering lights in the
hills
where everybody looks real
good and healthy and money just spills
home sweet home
forever in gridlock
that never moves
where you?re gonna win or lose
in this city of angels.

she tries to convince herself
that everything?s o.k.
and that she was meant to go
or she?d never she?d never she?d never know
what happens to young girls when they
leave there home town?
nothing will ever change
it will always be around.