Got on the 47,
Transferred to the 89
Left town eastbound past all the city signs
And y'know 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'be found that
Things changed, Just don't look
That way to me.


By now you think I've found
That things change, 
And look rearraged to me.
It never used to look 
That way to me.


At half past seven I'm on the 95
Sick of malls and alcohol
Just passed the next state line
And I know sometimes it's hard
To leave your past behind
And as I think of the corner creeps
And dirty streets nothing will change
My mind, There's no turning back this time


And when going off is like going on
And never going back is just like giving up
It's like I'm going nowhere fast.