Lately I've been missing home
And the way my family looks at me
Life is always on the go these days
But that's okay, cause I'm still making memories

Sweet nostalgia can romanticize a former life
And make it hard to get a grip on what's in front of you
Fact is I'm on the road I've always dreamed I'd walk on
I just haven't found the view
I'm still searching for the view

Are we the only ones still having fun
Everyone is growing up around me
And I'm just trying to stay young
Love put me here, with all of you
And our hearts are one

So would you pass me that bottle of rum
We got a lot to celebrate
Pass me that bottle of rum
We got a lot to celebrate
Because we woke up today
We woke up today

I've seen the way you're running in circles inside your head
I know those morning thoughts can make it
Damn near impossible to leave your bed
But If I can learn to turn myself around then you surely can too
Because I've seen the light on the other side of the dark
And all I did was peek through

So I move in that direction, holding hope, holding hope
Through the fire and the quicksand, I will go

And it's not always that easy, best believe I got my share of demons
Trying with all their might to block my sight from what I seek
But I've seen my dreams be realized on the other side
And all I did was take a peek

So I move in that direction, holding hope, holding hope
Through the fire and the quicksand, I will go, I will go
And if I find a place that's a little more serene along that road
I'll turn around, and if you're looking back at me I'll throw you a rope
I'll throw you a rope

Are we the only ones still having fun
Everyone is growing up around me
And I'm just trying to stay young
Love put me here, with all of you
And our hearts are one

So would you pass me that bottle of rum
We got a lot to celebrate
Pass me that bottle of rum
We got a lot to celebrate
Because we woke up today
We woke up today

Lately I've been missing home
And the way my family looks at me
Life is always on the go these days
And that's okay, cause I'm still making memories

Sweet nostalgia can romanticize a former life
And make it hard to get a grip on what's in front of you
Fact is I'm on the road I've always dreamed I'd walk on
And I'm still searching for the view
I'm still searching for the view