Well you know your place to call. Well you know, so just drop the anchor. You can call me on it if I'm wrong but looks like we're slowly losing room. Until then we'll shut out any signs and trust until that time, I'll try to wake up earlier the noon. Looks like you're off to find your way to something new. And you'll fess up in a letter, seep the pen ink through to my bed. You set off. You said I couldn't hold on instead, you said I couldn't take it. You're washed up gone and missed, and I'm lost in all of this. And she said "leave the city alone. It's my only escape from this rest stop bump in the road, And you just sit hoping all of your dreams come true in your backyard." Said "you've gotta grow", said "you've gotta go set your goals and find your moral health." You'll be off and I'll be jobless, broke and too dumb to get out. You've found to walk your way to leave this ground. I'm jobless, broke and too dumb to get out. You've got the grunt. You've got the grip, hold on it. You're sailing off. You sunk the ship, departed. You've gotta let it go. Pick out your poison, you picked to grow.