When I came to town All I saw was trash on the ground Drunks pooping on the street Parking tickets on my windshield I wanted to leave but a part of me Needed to stay and face the fear
They broke into my car Stole everything but my guitar The police didn't care Nothing in this town seems to be fair I wanted to leave but a part of me Needed to beat the fear
I don't care if it's right or rong I have grown to ignore Now I just don't care anymore.
While I'm still in town I've made some friends and I have found Some sort of peace Among the concrete there are trees And now I believe I can pick and choose in life What I would like to see.