don't see this as my home i don't belong here
it's not the final destination of a life
it seems this year the winter won't go nowhere at all
it's late April and the world won't come alive
and born into the hardest cruelest month
scream in the rain and it will fill up your lungs
and i'm drowning in the middle of your street
on my own
and out of time
halfway home
and still behind
they're not here
they won't show
put the drunk drivers on the guest list flag them down don't let them wonder around alone


follow me and i will not deceive you
i bet you're all so sick of the roads that wind through your town
cold scenester girls and dark abrasive bar rooms there is
nothing left out here for me that i have not already found
and it's like wrapping gifts half drunk on christmas eve
passing out inside the room where you were conceived
praying only to the holyness of snow
that does not fall
on your home
tell the drunk drivers in your ghost town there's no safe place down those roads


so sick of this place and can't believe your still here
but those who do not grow and who refuse to change
so follow me to where we might matter somewhere but he
said to me i can't keep living your way
when the fun runs out it's time to pack it in and fade away
but i know and empty bar in nashville we could play
i know an empty bar in black mountain we could play
i know an empty bar in buffalo we could play
either on the road or at home it's all the same
the emptiness of roads is the emptiness of home
the emptiness of home is the emptiness of roads
so wait don't go don't wait for me


Lyrics submitted by pacifico

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