Leaving Atlanta

Leaving Atlanta

It won't be the first time

Tying to find a way to feel what I really mean

And what it means to feel unwanted

I'm wondering

Is it breaking down again?

Leaving Atlanta

Leaving Atlanta

Good-bye Atlanta

It might be the first time

Wearing long sleeves on a warm november day

To hide the bruises from the beating I've taken again

And the ringing in my ears should fade away

Leaving Atlanta

Leaving Atlanta

So long, Atlanta

Leaving Atlanta

Jesus Jones was "waiting for this moment"

I guess I'm waiting for the next one to arrive

I catch myself humming through Dulcinea

And by track nine that moment has arrived

Leaving Atlanta

Leaving Atlanta

It won't be the last time

Fighting memories of what might have been

And what it means to feel unwanted

I'm promising

I won't let that break me down again

Leaving Atlanta

Good-bye Atlanta

Leaving Atlanta

Leaving Atlanta

Leaving Atlanta

Leaving Atlanta

I guess I'm waiting for the next one to arrive.