More songs by Michael Marcagi
Description
Producer, Recorded By: Evan Blair
Vocals: Michael Marcagi
Mixer: Mitch McCarthy
Masterer: Randy Merrill
Writer: Evan Blair
Writer: Michael Marcagi
Lyrics and translation
Original
You got plans, you always have.
A little house, a cul-de-sac.
I promised you I'd try to give you that.
Christmas time, I'd hang the lights, but holidays would make you cry.
You said they would remind you of simple times.
I drive by the house, from what I can tell, now you're living there with somebody else.
Now I can see your American dream don't include me.
And I still see your mom and dad.
I wonder if they're angry at me, or maybe they just think you're better off.
And what if I went back in time and I let you win the little fights?
Oh, would it make a difference in the end?
I drive by the house, from what I can tell, now you're living there with somebody else.
Now I can see your American dream don't include me.
I can't look away while you fade in the mirror, but I see you're happier from here.
I turn on the highway 'cause it's only fair that you'd move on like I was never even there.
Even there, even there, even there.
I drive by the house, from what I can tell, now you're living there with somebody else.
Now I can see your American dream don't include me.
English translation
You got plans, you always have.
A little house, a cul-de-sac.
I promised you I'd try to give you that.
Christmas time, I'd hang the lights, but holidays would make you cry.
You said they would remind you of simple times.
I drive by the house, from what I can tell, now you're living there with somebody else.
Now I can see your American dream don't include me.
And I still see your mom and dad.
I wonder if they're angry at me, or maybe they just think you're better off.
And what if I went back in time and I let you win the little fights?
Oh, would it make a difference in the end?
I drive by the house, from what I can tell, now you're living there with somebody else.
Now I can see your American dream don't include me.
I can't look away while you fade in the mirror, but I see you're happier from here.
I turn on the highway 'cause it's only fair that you'd move on like I was never even there.
Even there, even there, even there.
I drive by the house, from what I can tell, now you're living there with somebody else.
Now I can see your American dream don't include me.