Long way home
Jake Whiskin Lyrics
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I just feel like hanging round
I guess you figured out that I ain't much fun
Always gotta drag me out
Driving from my place to the city
Years passing through me now
You say something like baby ain't this pretty'
We're just watching sun hit the skyline
You're pulling at my sleeve
I'm hoping maybe to bide time please
Give up this dream, be a better man
Sometimes I feel more like a boy
Could put my faith in Jesus and be alone
I'm so sick of driving the long way home
You say I'm too high in the morning
Think of all the money you've blown'
I'm so sick of driving the long way home
The sky it starts to bruise, the clouds collide
I'm ready to call it a night
Maybe in the morning it will be clear
Maybe there's nothing to fear
I don't feel I know much of nothing
I don't feel much at all
Tired always thinking of things that passed
On the road I go when I drive too fast
We're forgetting all of the good times
This isn't what we need
Whisper to me your dreams
Give up this dream, be a better man
Sometimes I feel more like a boy
Could put my faith in Jesus and be alone
I'm so sick of driving the long way home
You say I'm too high in the morning
Think of all the money you've blown'
I'm so sick of driving the long way home
She seems set on watching the morning sun
I'm waiting 'til it's coming down
Guess you figured that I ain't much fun
Give up this dream, be a better man
Sometimes I feel more like a boy
Could put my faith in Jesus and be alone
I'm so sick of driving the long way home
You say I'm too high in the morning
Think of all the money you've blown'
I'm so sick of driving the long way home
I'm so sick of driving the long way home
The lyrics of Jake Whiskin's song "Long Way Home" convey a sense of restlessness and dissatisfaction with the current state of the singer's life. The first verse depicts a contrast between the singer's desire to hang around and the expectation to be more outgoing. It seems like the singer is not finding much joy in social activities and prefers to watch the morning sun instead. The second verse describes a drive from the singer's place to the city, where the lyrics suggest that time is passing by without much significance. The line about rolling the window down signifies a moment of temporary respite, but it is unclear whether it truly brings any fulfillment.
The chorus reveals deeper layers of the singer's emotions. The line "Give up this dream, be a better man" indicates a struggle between the pursuit of personal dreams and the pressure to conform to societal expectations. The singer admits feeling more like a boy than a grown man, grappling with the idea of finding solace in religious faith or facing the reality of being alone. The repeated phrase "I'm so sick of driving the long way home" suggests a weariness and dissatisfaction with the journey of life itself, as if the singer feels trapped in a cycle of monotony and yearns for a change. The verse about the sky bruising and the clouds colliding may symbolize the emotional turmoil and uncertainty the singer feels, yet there is a glimmer of hope that things may become clearer in the morning.
Overall, the song touches on themes of disillusionment, the struggle to meet societal expectations, and the search for meaning and fulfillment.
Line by Line Meaning
She seems set on watching the morning sun
She is determined to embrace the beauty of each new day
I just feel like hanging round
I prefer to stay in my comfort zone instead of trying new things
I guess you figured out that I ain't much fun
You realize that I am not always enjoyable to be around
Always gotta drag me out
You constantly have to persuade me to join you in activities
Driving from my place to the city
Embarking on a journey from where I live to the bustling city
Years passing through me now
Feeling the weight of time passing by
You say something like baby ain't this pretty'
You express admiration for the scenic view
As I roll the window down
While I lower the car window to fully take in the surroundings
We're just watching sun hit the skyline
Together, we observe the sun illuminating the cityscape
You're pulling at my sleeve
You are urging me to engage in the moment
I'm hoping maybe to bide time please
I desire to prolong the journey as a means of distraction and avoidance
Give up this dream, be a better man
Abandon my aspirations and strive to improve as an individual
Sometimes I feel more like a boy
At times, I struggle with immaturity and uncertainty
Could put my faith in Jesus and be alone
I contemplate finding solace and companionship solely in my faith
I'm so sick of driving the long way home
I am exhausted from taking indirect paths and avoiding confrontation
You say I'm too high in the morning
You criticize my behavior or mindset early in the day
Think of all the money you've blown'
Reflect on the amount of money wasted
I'm so sick of driving the long way home
I am tired of prolonging my journey and avoiding direct routes
The sky it starts to bruise, the clouds collide
The sky darkens and storm clouds gather, indicating impending conflict
I'm ready to call it a night
I am prepared to end the day and seek respite
Maybe in the morning it will be clear
Perhaps with a fresh start, things will become more understood or resolved
Maybe there's nothing to fear
It is possible that there is nothing to be afraid of
I don't feel I know much of nothing
I lack confidence in my knowledge or understanding
I don't feel much at all
I do not experience strong emotions or enthusiasm
Tired always thinking of things that passed
Exhausted from dwelling on the past rather than focusing on the present
On the road I go when I drive too fast
I tend to escape my problems by driving recklessly
We're forgetting all of the good times
We are neglecting to remember the happy moments we shared
This isn't what we need
Our current situation or behavior is not beneficial for us
Whisper to me your dreams
Tell me about your aspirations in a soft and intimate manner
I'm waiting 'til it's coming down
I am waiting for the sun to set before I take action
Guess you figured that I ain't much fun
You have likely realized that I am not very entertaining or enjoyable
I'm so sick of driving the long way home
I am extremely tired of taking indirect routes and avoiding direct paths
You say I'm too high in the morning
You criticize me for being under the influence early in the day
Think of all the money you've blown'
Consider the amount of money wasted due to impulsive decisions
I'm so sick of driving the long way home
I am worn out from prolonging my journey and avoiding direct courses
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Jake Germain-Whiskin
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