Flyin' east on a plane   Drinkin' all that free champagne   I guess I saw this comin' down the line   And I know it should be fun   But I think I should've packed my gun   Got that old suburban showdown in my mind      Sit around with the folks   Tell the same old tired jokes   Bored to death on Sunday afternoon   Mom and Dad, me and you   And the outdoor barbecue   Think I'm gonna hide out in my room      I've been gone for a while   Made some changes in my style   And they say you can't go home anymore   Well the streets all look the same   And I'll have to play the game   We'll all sit around in the kitchen chairs   With the TV on and the neighbors there      Out in the yard   Where my Daddy worked so hard   He never lets the crab grass grow too high   Oh, the place hasn't changed   And that's why I'm gonna feel so strange   But I'll have to face the music bye and bye      I've been gone for a while   Made some changes in my style   And they say you can't go home anymore   Well the streets all look the same   And I'll have to play the game   We'll all sit around in the kitchen chairs   With the TV on and the neighbors there      Drive into town   When this big bird touches down   I'm only comin' home to say goodbye   Then I'm gone with the wind   And I won't be seen again   Till that great suburban showdown in the sky   Till that great suburban showdown in the sky