There's one way in -- one way out.
Same ol', same ol', nothing's going to change.
Yet I keep coming back for more,
even though my job tells me differently
I see these travels as all right.

My heart starts popping
like a firecracker.
I'm not afraid of this town,
but nervous that I won't be able to leave since I cam back in.

I'll just stay here for a while.

When it comes time to leave here
it's as if my feet are stuck to the ground.
I do not want to go.
Then I drive off thinking
the whole wide world has gone
crazy,
or it might be me.

Might be me
this choice is difficult.
Want to tell myself "I'm okay"
Though why should I settle?

Should I turn back to the place I once knew as home?
Just fight back against this town,
and go to my job that will change me.
Long winding road to all that hustle and bustle.
Must be better for me, to keep driving,
And
I'll just stay.