|
Lyric provided by www.seekalyric.com |
Down where the road turns and the buildings grow high like rockets Shooting into the sky, in the countryside In the black night the abandoned barn in the first light; that's where I saw it early November pack your bags remember the whisper and throw it back look for an answer, don't throw up bus ride and carsick and lovesick; that's when I felt it thank you darling for being my friend next year this time, I'll see you again like everyone else, I was asking myself “where's my little place in the world?” it was getting harder, I was lost for words hell, I was counting every syllable how can I tell you how sorry I am not being there for you when you came to a conclusion about everything that meant something it's strange how I turned into you but thank you darling for being a friend next year this time, I'll see you again climb the top of the tallest tree and look for me - down where the road turns, that's where I'll be back in that small-town where the stupid is king, smart kiss the ground “kid, do you have to make such a fuzz about that you don't like it here?” no, but still - yes, I mean to blow you away you can have it I don't want it I don't want to stay |