Original lyrics

EN

I try sometimes to think about where I'm going That map is dusty, it sits there in my car But the last time I looked right at it I crashed my car into a brand new Lexus My insurance rates went up I try sometimes to watch, to look where I'm going It's best if you ignore those Back Bay street signs Going around for miles and miles I think I've driven far enough Now I know where you are Now I understand I'm coming home to you, I'm coming home I don't care if I crash my stupid car I'm coming home to you, I'm coming home I don't care if the T stop's really far I try sometimes to write the book, to finish my thesis This LaTeX's such a bitch, it makes me wanna die Typing words for hours and hours I think I've written far enough To understand that I won't win a Nobel Prize I'm coming home to you, I'm coming home I don't care if I lose my stupid job I'm coming home to you, we'll have dinner at home I don't care if you can't make corn on the cob I'm coming home to you, I'm coming home I don't care if my future isn't clear I'm coming home to you, we'll have dinner at home I don't care if you burn the saag paneer