Down where the road turnsnand the buildings grow high like rocketsnshooting into the sky, in the countryside nin the black nightnThe abandoned barn nIn the first lightnthat’s when I saw it nnEarly November nAnd pack your bags nremember the whisper nAnd throw it back nlook for an answer, don’t throw up nbus ride and carsick and lovesicknThat’s when I felt it nnSo thank you darling for being a friend nnext year this time, I’ll see you again nnLike everyone else, I was asking myself n“Where’s my little place in the world?” nit was getting harder, I was lost for words nHell, I was counting every syllable nNow, how can I tell you how sorry I am nnot being there for you when you came to a conclusion nabout everything that meant something nit’s strange how I turned into you nnBut thank you darling for being a friend nnext year this time, I’ll see you again nclimb the top of the tallest tree and look for me - ndown where the road turns, that’s where I’ll be nnBack in that small-town nWhere the stupid is king, nsmart kiss the ground n“Kid, do you have to make such a fuss about nthat you don’t like it here?” nNo, but still - yeah, I mean-nI mean to blow you away nyou can have it nI don’t want it nI don’t want to stayn