Riding trains and phone lines is hard enough
I've seen this stretch of highway more times than I'd like to count
It's for the best if we don't let this get us down
But that's easier said than done
I'll be back soon, I'll be back for you
Things will finally sort themselves out my dear
I know your tired
All I need is a jetpack and roller skates,
to get this started
Waiting, for things to sort out will kill me unless I leave this town
I've seen this place turn from bright green to the dullest gray,
yet something begs me to stay
It means that much to me, so to you I say
Things will finally sort themselves out my dear
I know your tired
All I need is a jetpack and roller skates,
to get this started
Tired of missing you so much
Tired of this place and my luck
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