#herecomehere

Pick me up, tear me down Leave these wounds at the edge of town I'll nab them on my way out Time to leave, have to go Time to start up another show Turn on those headlights to find my way Here we go full circle How do I get back to the middle I don't wanna play these games no more You're callin', I'm fallin' Not my fault that you're life's so boring Hello Queen City here I come I confess, I digress, is this best Did I leave this part of me So many miles I don't know The fact of the matter's that I'm still here 'Cause it's the fact of the matter that makes it clear And as the hands on the clock keep standing still They just can seem to keep these years Just can't seem to keep these years . . .