feedback blues

from storm's here by the garages

by VigilantBaker

alright, let’s go
world tour
from seattle
to wherever you are
the storm’s here
but this time
this time, i’m the storm

i'm feelin’ the feedback blues, can’t stick around no more
and i just wanna ramble, can’t stick around no more
i gotta tour the whole world like a wanderin’ troubadour

i feel like i'm flickerin’, babe, i got somewhere else to be
it’s not that i don’t wanna be around you, i just got somewhere else to be
so you best not worry, and don’t think about me

i went to philly, and north to halifax
but i was missin’ seattle, so i came wanderin’ back
i guess i needed you, babe, i needed to run back home
but there’s somethin’ about bein’ on the road, that makes feel less alone 

i went to charleston before the devil got me
woke up in san francisco, but i had somewhere else to be
i guess i'm the ramblin’ type, movin’ from show to show
wherever the weather takes me, wherever the winds may blow

i'll be on island time, if you wanna followin’ me
i might stop by yellowstone, if you wanna keep followin’ me
or you can meet me in the core, if you’re lucky, that’s where i'll be

now i'm back home you wanna keep me to yourself
and i'm feelin’ so restless, but you wanna keep me to yourself
i guess my tour is over, i'm just a trophy on your shelf

i’m feelin’ the feedback blues, can’t ramble ‘round no more
and i just wanna get out, can’t ramble ‘round no more
i wanna tour the world, like a wanderin’ troubadour

and one day i’ll break free
and you’ll try to reform me
but you can’t do that
i’ve got a world tour to go on