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