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 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