Got on the 47 Transferred to the 89 Left town eastbound past all the city signs And yknow sometimes its hard to leave Your past behind and as I pass the crummy bars And beat up cars nothings Gonna change my mind this time By now you think ibe found that Things changed, just dont look That way to me By now you think Ive found That things change And look rearraged to me It never used to look That way to me At half past seven Im on the 95 Sick of malls and alcohol Just passed the next state line And I know sometimes its hard To leave your past behind And as I think of the corner creeps And dirty streets nothing will change My mind, theres no turning back this time And when going off is like going on And never going back is just like giving up Its like Im going nowhere fast