Track 1 of the EP Brick Wall View · 2017
I Miss My Mom's Cooking and My Dumb Old Town
“A tiny room, a window onto bricks and a very long list of things I miss. The chorus is a phone call home.”
pop punk · pop punk · homesick punk · 2:38
Lyrics
Got a new city, got a tiny room Got a window with a brick wall view Everybody's cool, everybody's new But I'm thinking about you The corner store, the crooked street The old dog sleeping by the door I miss my mom's cooking And my dumb old town I miss the way the whole place slows down Hey, hey, I'm coming home I miss my mom's cooking And my dumb old town Turn the porch light on, I'm coming around Ate cold noodles on the bedroom floor Called my sister, talked for an hour more She said the maple tree fell down Now I want to come back to town The corner store, the crooked street The old dog sleeping by the door I miss my mom's cooking And my dumb old town I miss the way the whole place slows down Hey, hey, I'm coming home I miss my mom's cooking And my dumb old town Turn the porch light on, I'm coming around I'll go back I'll go back Just for the weekend Just to eat I miss my mom's cooking And my dumb old town I miss the way the whole place slows down Hey, hey, I'm coming home I miss my mom's cooking And my dumb old town Turn the porch light on, I'm coming around Hey, hey, I'm coming home Hey, hey, I'm coming home