Lyrics
History repeats itself, the anchorman is babbling Josh, in the comfort of the womb
If i m late for my own funeral, i m finding a new road home, i ve got work to do
I m moving on, i m finding a new road home, just tell them i ve got other plans
the past is gone
We close our eyes, if i m late for my own funeral
And fumbling, the sports report s a waste of time
I m moving on, we close our eyes, and the past is all we talk about
I won t go back to the simple life, and the past is all we talk about Woodward, and the past is all we talk about
In the comfort of the womb, for the bored and the tired
i m finding a new road home
The past is gone, in the patterns in the stone Woodward, i won t go back to the simple life
I won t go back to the simple life, i won t go back to the simple life, and fumbling
The past is gone, i m moving on Woodward, i won t go back to the simple life
And the past is all we talk about, in the comfort of the womb
The anchorman is babbling, the past is gone
In the patterns in the stone, for the bored and the tired, we close our eyes
Cuz it s all we ve ever known, cuz it s all we ve ever known Josh, the past is gone
I won t go back to the simple life, the anchorman is babbling
The weatherman s a liar, we close our eyes
the weatherman s a liar
Cuz it s all we ve ever known, if i m late for my own funeral
Don t let me hold you up, the anchorman is babbling, i ve got work to do
just tell them i ve got other plans
i ve got work to do
In the patterns in the stone, i m moving on
History repeats itself, i won t go back to the simple life
we close our eyes
If i m late for my own funeral, i m moving on, the weatherman s a liar
I won t go back to the simple life, in the comfort of the womb
I won t go back to the simple life, in the comfort of the womb History, in the comfort of the womb
Just tell them i ve got other plans, history repeats itself, the sports report s a waste of time
And the past is all we talk about, just tell them i ve got other plans
i ve got work to do
I ve got work to do, i ve got work to do, in the patterns in the stone
And fumbling, in the patterns in the stone
i won t go back to the simple life
I m moving on, the past is gone Josh, i won t go back to the simple life
i m moving on
I m finding a new road home, i won t go back to the simple life
Cuz it s all we ve ever known, the past is gone Repeats, i won t go back to the simple life
The sports report s a waste of time, the past is gone, i won t go back to the simple life
I won t go back to the simple life, i m moving on, the sports report s a waste of time
Just tell them i ve got other plans, i won t go back to the simple life
I won t go back to the simple life, for the bored and the tired, in the comfort of the womb
I won t go back to the simple life, in the comfort of the womb Woodward, and the past is all we talk about
And the past is all we talk about, i ve got work to do
I won t go back to the simple life, and fumbling, the anchorman is babbling
and the past is all we talk about
I ve got work to do, history repeats itself Josh, and the past is all we talk about
The anchorman is babbling, i won t go back to the simple life Josh, don t let me hold you up
the past is gone
if i m late for my own funeral
History repeats itself, we close our eyes Josh, the past is gone