I got change in a pocket somewhere,
Got my letter in a box
Tired of waiting for the bus to nowhere,
Tired of chasing these dumb thoughts
I don't tell lies no more, you know,
I just don't tell the truth
I don't know what I'm looking for, ya know
But I'm not looking for proof
I have a tricky love affair, you know,
With the place where I grew up
But it knows I'll never leave, you know,
I never left here much
I hate to see you despair from, don't you do it,
I hate to see you screw up
But God knows I can hardly grieve
When it's hard to give a, hard to give a… (wow!)
What keeps me here?
It's not the boy who gives me funny feels
Don't know what keeps me here
It's not to be to pay for the wheel
What the hell keeps me here?
In a dark old town another door
The roads don't seem so clear,
Change, it feels like fear, it's all you know
Out, dark and pretty down
Out, dark and pretty down
Out, dark and hangs around town
Out, dark and pretty down
My dark is pretty down!