Clinton McAlister - Going Back Lyrics

Imagine
Staring at a wall cause you hate your job
Imagine
Working that hard to only get this far
Something
Peeking at your soul telling you to go

So you go back to
The thing you've always loved
The only place where
You felt good enough
You're too old to start over
And too young to settle
That's what makes your mind and
Heart always wrestle
I believe the passion
That passion's gonna win
Cause here you stand
With a six string in your hand

Smoking half a pack just to go inside
It's not about the goal, it's about the ride
Can we speed this one up, I'm losing my mind
All said and done, at least I tried

And I'm going back
To the thing I've always loved
The only place where
I felt good enough
I'm too old to start over
And too young to settle
That's what makes my mind and
Heart always wrestle
I believe the passion
That passion's gonna win
Cause here I stand
With a six string in my hand

Imagine
Things are coming together
Imagine
With each new creation, you feel a little better
Something
Peeking at your soul telling you to go