Lyricist : Noah Kahan/Sam Fender

Composer : Noah Kahan/Sam Fender

Two months since you got back, how have you been and are you bored yet?

The weather ain't been bad if you're into masochistic bullshit

And every photograph that's taken here is from the summer

Some guy won Olympic gold eight years ago, a distance runner

And that makes a lot of sense, this place is such great motivation

For anyone tryna move the **** away from hibernation

Yoo-hoo

Ooh, ooh-ooh

Oh, no

Well, I grew up in the fallout from the riots in the nineties

Static cranes stand lifeless, casting shadows on the town

I stare out that hallowed ocean as if to pick a fight

For the dreams my old man dreamt for me, lay on the other side, yeah

I would leave if only I could find a reason

I'm mean because I grew up in New England

I got dreams but I can't make myself believe them

Spendin' the rest of my life with what could have been

And I will die in the house that I grew up in

I'm homesick

I'm homesick

I'm homesick

Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

I would leave if only I could find a reason

I'm mean because I grew up in New England

I got dreams but I can't make myself believe them

Spendin' the rest of my life with what could have been

And I will die in the house that I grew up in

I'm homesick

I'm homesick

I'm homesick

I'm homesick

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