Well, I was a little boy sitting in the back seat combing his hair And I never looked down though the evidence was there 'Cause a map was drawn through the middle of my hands It's a cruel, cruel map that leads you from your friends When I'm gone again, when I'm gone again Will you forget about me when I'm gone They say if you do the crime Then you better do the time And now I'm doing mine I'm gone again Well, there was a neighborhood girl with Band-Aids on both of her knees Heaven knows what made her decide that she loved me But I'd swallow every letter she would send Someday I'll be back, I don't know when So, now I'm living in the real world pushing people out of the way Late for a deadline due last yesterday Sitting in a traffic jam that never ends Wishing I was who I was back then-->