Clark Griswold

I've always tried to do

The right thing in my life

Take care of my house, my picket fence

My children and my wife

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, oh

On my way home

I'm on my way home

Check. Clark Griswold, here I go

You could walk a mile in my shoes, but could not

Mope around for a day in my socks, wakin' up

Coughin' up a whole range of crap

Coffee mug, 'World's Greatest Dad'

Livin' life in a bathrobe or some cargo's

On borrowed time, worry lines like a barcode

Wearin' my Chicago Bears cap, feelin' like Clark

My family fillin' my heart, I try to do right

(Oh) Try to do good

I try to do the best I can, man, all of my life

I've done all I could

To try and be a better man, but I've realised

Hey, I gotta be clever now

(Hey) I gotta go get it now

I took a look at the way that I'm livin'

Mistakes are better never made than forgiven, right

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, oh

I've always tried to do

The right thing in my life

Take care of my house, my picket fence

My children and my wife

On my way home

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, oh

On my way home

I'm on my way home

Clark Griswold, here I go

Yeah, they say a real man's a family man

Pays the bills, has a travel plan, a caravan

That way it feels like everywhere that I am

Trouble follows till I unravel and crash the van

Always managin' in damage control

Count my blessings like casualties and add up the toll

And matters resolve, I plan on gettin' back to my goals

But this life a getaway, so grab on and hold

When I'm away (oh) this world leads me astray

Everything starts breakin' apart, so I'm spendin' my days

(Oh) Tryna carve out a place

That'll fill that empty space in my heart

To say that I'm a beautiful mess, I'd say the truth is a stretch

I confess I'm only human, but I'm doin' my best

Uncertain if all the hurtin' worth it

Yeah, I know I couldn't be further from perfect

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, oh

I've always tried to do

The right thing in my life

Take care of my house, my picket fence

My children and my wife

On my way home

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, oh

On my way home

I'm on my way home

Clark Griswold, here I go

Life can be so beautiful

But sometimes I feel

I make a mess of things

Life can be so beautiful

But sometimes I fear

I make a mess of everything

Life can be so beautiful

But sometimes I feel

I make a mess of things

Life can be so beautiful

But sometimes I fear

I make a mess of everything

Woo

Oh!

Uh, I'm on my way home

Clark Griswold, here I go