The Leaving Song

Well, pack my bags, and make it fast

This town's worn out my presence

I've severed every tie to the wasteland

Of my pilfered adolescence

Orange skies will lead my way

As the golden solar rays

Will lead me southbound to the place that I call home

Tell all the brothers and sisters that I never had

That I'll be coming back home for them

See, these fields of flowers never grew familiar to my eyes

When the colors are just as obscure as the people living this life

And it's so hard to call it beautiful when the canvas is so bland

There's country charm, but I've seen better in the cities

For the record, this is not my hometown

So believe me when I say goodbye

"I live in a place where people are paranoid of change.

I mean, they're so locked into their own monotonous cycles

That they let things stay the way they are for decades.

I guess I can't say I blame them

Because I was the same way when I first moved here from Florida.

But one person can only handle so much complacency

And after punching in my time cards day in and day out

I think I've had enough."

These parallel, flat two lane roads are parallels to local homes

Where ignorance presides over sheltered narrow minds

And below their giant noses are even larger mouths

Feeding hungry ears any news they want to hear

Cause rumors are the information and entertainment here

Oh, and tell that special girl that never came into my life

That the flowers I sent were for her

It's been a lifetime since the sun shone in this town

Everybody needs a little light, so I'm burning this place down

So my horizon will be golden on the hottest summer days

I hear familiar voices calling me from the heart of the Everglades

They're singing, "ITS THE LIFE!"

Tell the landlord and the farmer

They can keep their pristine pastures, I'm gone.

"IT'S THE LIFE!"

Pass the message to my friends that I'll be missing them at heart

But this place never felt like home, so believe me when I say goodbye

I'm ripping out the pages of my diary

All the chronicles of a small town life that was never meant for me

Yeah, i'll circumvent this lucid shroud of negativity

And abdicate this masquerade I fabricate in fourteen shades of grey

From here on out, I'm making sure sunshine is the only thing

That stands between where I am and where I want to be