Back To Mine Lyrics & Chords By Root!

Back to mine, back to mine, I'm going back to mine
Back to mine, back to mine, I'm going back to mine
Back to mine, back to mine, I'm going back to mine
Back to mine, back to mine
At clock off time I'm going back to mine
Back to mine, back to mine, I'm going back to mine
Back to mine, back to mine, I'm going back to mine
Back to mine, back to mine, I'm going back to mine
Back to mine, back to mine, I'm going back to mine
At clock off time, where you gonna find me? Going back to mine
Let me tell you why I'm going back to mine:
Because thats my comfort zone.
Don't you love that phrase?
"I'm going to push you around and if you complain, thats just you not wanting to get out of your comfort zone."
From the environments inexorable revenge to the multiplying cells in your body
Everything in this technicolour universe is already conspiring to take you out of your comfort zone.
So I'm making it my life's work to spend as much time as possible back in it.
And the next time someone tries that phrase on you, well you know maybe you could take them out of theirs?
Back to mine, back to mine, I'm going back to mine
Back to mine, back to mine, I'm going back to mine
Back to a time when "comfortable" was not a crime.
Whatever may be your cup of tea, its fine by me.
Like watching re-runs of MacGyver underneath your favourite rug,
Playing with your collection of commemorative mugs,
Tinkering out in your shed with that car that never runs,
Or when your partner leaves you, running home to mum
Wearing uggboots round the house,
Playing Bon Jovi really loud,
Reading books that arent allowed
By the "Oh, its so hard to find good coffee" crowd
Back to mine, back to mine, back to mine, I'm going back to mine
Back to mine, back to mine, I'm going back to mine
Back to mine, back to mine, I'm going back to mine
Back to mine, back to mine, I'm going back to mine
I'm going, going, going, gone!
Ten kinds of birds singing in the trees.
Morning cup of tea.
Favourite pair of jeans.
And I'm going back to mine.
Got this old trannie blaring out footy.
Doing household stuff kinda leisurely.
And I'm going back to mine.
Kids in their doonas tucked up nice.
Log fire's warm and the beers on ice.
And im going back to mine.
Back to mine, back to mine, I'm going back to mine
Back to mine, back to mine, I'm going... back to mine
Back to mine, back to mine, I'm going back to mine