Can't Compete
Longing Roads: Willy McGee's Search for Home and Happiness
Lyrics
Out on the road, pocket full of dough,
Expressing being on a journey with money in hand.
looking for a woman, that I can take me home.
Searching for a woman to take home.
It’s been a long time, longer than I’d like to admit....
Acknowledging a significant passage of time, perhaps with regrets.
I can’t compete, baby take me home
Admitting a sense of inability to compete, seeking comfort and connection.
Out on the road, revived and alive
Feeling revitalized while traveling.
Looking for a party that can get me high
Seeking a lively party to elevate the mood.
It’s been a long time, since I had a genuine smile
Reflecting on the lack of genuine happiness for a long period.
It’s been a long road, with old episodes of
Recalling a challenging journey with past difficulties.
Fighting and fake-laughing
Highlighting a history of both conflict and insincere laughter.
It’s been a mmmghh kinda year, and I'm tired of fearing talking to the whiskey,
Expressing weariness of a challenging year and avoiding confrontations with alcohol.
Like baby did you miss me
Possibly questioning if someone missed the speaker during their struggles.
Out on the road, coked out and stoned,
Being under the influence of cocaine and marijuana on the road.
Looking for some nightlife, to get me going
Searching for nighttime activities to stimulate enjoyment.
It’s been a long time, since I had a real goodtime
Expressing the longing for a genuinely good time after a prolonged absence.
I can’t compete, baby take me home
Reiterating the feeling of inability to compete, seeking solace and connection.
Out on the road, rising up from the lowest of lows,
Rising from low points on the journey, possibly overcoming challenges.
Looking for a high five as opposed to throwing bows
Seeking positive interactions rather than confrontations.
I want some good friends, to crowd around and breakdance
Desiring genuine friendships and a lively atmosphere.
I've had a long face, trying hard to erase these empty nightmares, finally I don't care
Reflecting on a troubled past but reaching a point of not caring anymore.
I can’t compete, Baby,
Reiterating the sense of being unable to compete, seeking comfort and connection.
Baby take me home
Requesting to be taken home, possibly for emotional support or a sense of belonging.
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