Got on the 47, transferred to the 89
left town eastbound past all the city signs
Y'know it's hard to leave your past behind
and as I pass the crummy bars and beat up cars
nothing will change my mind
By now, think I've found
things changed just don't look that way to me
By now, think I've found
things changed just look rearranged to me
Never looked that way, to me
At half past seven I'm on the 95
sick of malls and alcohol
just passed the next state line
I know it's hard to leave your past behind
as I think of corner creeps and dirty streets
nothing will change my mind,
there's no turning back this time.
And when going out's like going on
and never going back now, is just like giving up now
And when going out's like going on
It feels like going nowhere, going nowhere fast