I've had the same expression for years now, and I've found that you're not allowed to change here, but at least we've noticed.
I can't find a way out of this town. I can't help but feel that I let you down.
We are ghosts. We're haunting all we know. We singing of our families, of all our proud parents.
Even places get neglected, and you're far off in the distance pointing out the exits. When did you stop following so close behind?
State lines are canyons between us.
This is an upstate reverie how people aren't what they used to be. This is a revelation taken from a study of the valley where one day we'll live next to the highway. So, don't believe without looking up ahead, and don't you leave. It's never ever worth it.