Why can't you see all that's missing here?
How do I frame all that's missing here?
Like Hemingway made whores poetic,
Old perceptions of me prophetic of a boy who'd rather flee.
Well then we agree.
Please don't think ill of me.
I never claimed to know or even want exactly what to do.
It seemed like the whole world was screaming “go†but you.
Remember me burying all the things I've lost?
And I ignored the cost.
Saw the lines that define happiness,
And a shitty drifter start thinning.
Saw a world in a race to the grave,
Finally found something that I'm winning.
And I've got time to think about it.
State line to state line.
I wanna tell you but wait.
State line to state line.
Oh but wait, who's gonna believe me now?
What if I traded the years for pieces of paper to show you I could
work this out even though I never do?
State line to state line.
If I go, would it matter much?
If I stay, would you even know?
And what is home anyway?
What does it matter?
And I've got time to think about it.
State line to state line.
I wanna tell you but wait.
State line to state line.
Oh but wait, I threw it all away.
And I finally found something that I'm winning.
And the whole world was screaming “go†but you.