Got on the 47, transferred to the 89   left town eastbound past all the city signs      Y'know it's hard to leave your past behind   and as I pass the crummy bars and beat up cars   nothing will change my mind      By now, think I've found   things changed just don't look that way to me   By now, think I've found   things changed just look rearranged to me   Never looked that way, to me      At half past seven I'm on the 95   sick of malls and alcohol   just passed the next state line      I know it's hard to leave your past behind   as I think of corner creeps and dirty streets   nothing will change my mind,   there's no turning back this time.      And when going out's like going on   and never going back now, is just like giving up now   And when going out's like going on   It feels like going nowhere, going nowhere fast