Young and wasted look at me now,
I’m the king of California,
Straight out of Tennessee.
C’mom baby crash on my couch.
You’ve got that Hollywood nosebleed.
You’ve got that pedigree.
But when the seasons change,
(When the seasons change.)
That’s when I’ll catch that plane and go,
Back, back, back, back, back to the middle.
I’m gonna be high.
Back, back, back, back to the middle.
When I’ve had enough I will fly,
Back, back, back, back to the middle.
Passengers please stand by.
Back, back, back, back to the middle.
It’s a miracle I’ve escaped alive.
In the thick thick electric air,
There’s a cloud of smoke ascending,
Blocking the city lights.
Fast and faded, dead in Times Square.
I’m not looking for a heartache.
I gotta catch a flight,
Because the weather’s cold.
(The weather’s cold.)
This scene is getting old.
And it’s,
Back, back, back, back, back to the middle.
I’m gonna be high.
Back, back, back, back to the middle.
When I’ve had enough I will fly,
Back, back, back, back to the middle.
Passengers please stand by.
Back, back, back, back to the middle.
It’s a miracle I’ve escaped alive.
In the freeze I’m dreaming of the palm trees.
On the beat I scheme about the city.
Why should I go,
Back, back, back, back, back to the middle?
I’m gonna be high.
Back, back, back, back to the middle.
When I’ve had enough I will fly,
Back, back, back, back to the middle.
Passengers please stand by.
Back, back, back, back to the middle.
It’s a miracle I’ve escaped alive.
Back, back, back, back, back to the middle.
I’m gonna be high.
Back, back, back, back to the middle.
When I’ve had enough I will fly,
Back, back, back, back to the middle.
Passengers please stand by.
Back, back, back, back to the middle.
It’s a miracle I’ve escaped alive.
Back, back, back, back to the middle.
Back, back, back, back to the middle.
Back, back, back, back to the middle.