This town makes my mind slow down Lines in my face like highways now Chasing breezes, kicking boulders And all of the while just getting older I leave pieces of paper Pieces of myself along the way Out the window, out the window And i tell myself that I'll come back for them before i go And then i won't sing this song tomorrow Reason calls i'm never listening There's always something more distracting Take everything so seriously Then leave and burn up on re-entry For happy endings All these little victories Gathered up and hung on the wall like trophys I tell myself that I've been down this road before So i won't sing this song anymore I've been down this road before So i won't sing this song anymore I've been down on myself enough before So i won't sing this song anymore