Got on the 47, transferred to the 89
Left town eastbound past all the city signs
And y’know sometimes it’s hard to leave your past behind
And as I pass the crummy bars and beat up cars
Nothing’s gonna change my mind this time
By now you think I’ve found that things changed, just don’t look that way to me
By now you think I’ve found that things change, and look rearranged to me
It never used to look that me.
At half past seven I’m on the 95
Sick of malls and alcohol
Just passed the next state line
