DESCRIPTION:
Back To Whatever: Written, recorded, produced and mixed by Ron Tarrant.

Directed and filmed by Thomas Zitnansky.
*Additional footage by Colin Hammer*
*Additional percussion and additional guitar by Paul Doherty*
*Additional photography by Chris Shapcotte


Lyrics:

I think I'm out of place, I don't care anyway
Nobody seems to get that my heads a different shape
I barley recognize the years on my own face
When I was colder I thought I knew what it would take
To float by without tying a tie, escape the people you date without saying goodbye and then
Be good knowing you'll be alone when your head is a mess and there's nobody home.

Cause I've been saving it for nobody who's taking it, I feel like I'm left alone...

It's too late I'm thinking, of all the birthdays I'm missing
I've been so drained and yet wired, I travel to keep my eyes inspired
But when I stand still naked, overlooking the girls that I've taken
It pours off, I'm jaded....I'll go back to whatever I know

You told me once, this city'd spit me out
Well you're not alone, but let me figure out
Why I look in spots, to hit another fix
You think you're hollywood in every single pic
What's next are we leaving tonight, take the 704 and hang right at the lights and when
Can't think blank out in the black, roll the window back up..put my feet on the dash

It's too late I'm thinking, of all the birthdays I'm missing
I've been so drained and yet wired, I travel to keep my eyes inspired
But when I stand still naked, overlooking the girls that I've taken
It pours off, I'm jaded....I'll go back to whatever