Rise from the chair
Pull back the curtains
See the sun
For the first time
There's light in your hair
And it's warm and cold
At the same time
At the same time
This old town
It's nothing but sorrow
And I've got a good mind
To leave you tomorrow
I guess I'm saying
Good bye
Midwestern ways
Seem to be calling
You back home
But don't go away
Feeling frustrated
Beat-down and old
You're not that old
And this old town
Holds nothing but sorrow
And I've got a good mind
To leave here tomorrow
I guess I'm saying
Goodbye
And this old town
Holds nothing but sorrow
And I've got a good mind
To leave here tomorrow
I guess I'm saying
Goodbye
I guess I'm saying
Goodbye
I guess I'm saying
Goodbye