don't see this as my home i don't belong here nit's not the final destination of a life nit seems this year the winter won't go nowhere at all nit's late April and the world won't come alive nand born into the hardest cruelest month nscream in the rain and it will fill up your lungs nand i'm drowning in the middle of your street non my own nand out of time nhalfway home nand still behind nthey're not here nthey won't show nput the drunk drivers on the guest list flag them down don't let them wonder around alone nnnfollow me and i will not deceive you ni bet you're all so sick of the roads that wind through your town ncold scenester girls and dark abrasive bar rooms there is nnothing left out here for me that i have not already found nand it's like wrapping gifts half drunk on christmas eve npassing out inside the room where you were conceivednpraying only to the holyness of snow nthat does not fall non your home ntell the drunk drivers in your ghost town there's no safe place down those roads nnnso sick of this place and can't believe your still here nbut those who do not grow and who refuse to changenso follow me to where we might matter somewhere but he nsaid to me i can't keep living your way nwhen the fun runs out it's time to pack it in and fade away nbut i know and empty bar in nashville we could play ni know an empty bar in black mountain we could play ni know an empty bar in buffalo we could play neither on the road or at home it's all the same nthe emptiness of roads is the emptiness of home nthe emptiness of home is the emptiness of roads nso wait don't go don't wait for me