If I was ever to run  Back to the place I came from  I'd pack my bags and take the next chance out of town  If some voice inside told me  That this is what it would be  I'd think those thoughts again and surely turn them all around    Hold on to the plans I found  I built a home up from the ground    Take it back to closed off hiding spot  Hate to say it but this might hurt a lot  It's so hard, It's so hard  I'm trying to stare into space    Run it off to an open resting spot  Don't just sit there and count the pretty dots  It's so wrong, It's so wrong  I'm forcing another mistake    If I was forced to go back   I'd find myself right on track  But then I would not ever see the last result  There's only one more option  It's hiding far away and  I always said that I could do it, brace myself for the jolt