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

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