Miss This Town

Miss This Town

All my friends are making plans,

Hanging around this one-horse stable.

I’m wanna spread my wings and fly,

Run toward the city just as soon as I’m able.

That old church and its too tall steeple—

All my years as one of this town's people.

But the roots I got ain’t tied to this yard;

I wanna pull them up,and leave the ground charred.

Saddle up, settle down;

I can’t wait to miss this town.

Don’t know where I’m going,

But I’m about to find out.

I can’t wait to miss this town.

We all know our neighbor's neighbor;

Some delight in their neighbor's failures.

So I guess I’ll be the latest news

For the million things I wanna do.

All these trails I’ve grown to know

Keep me driving the same old roads.

So it’s just as sure to me as the back of my hand,

But I can’t settle; it’s not my land.

So I'm chasing that horizon; ain't no Verizon signal here.

Flying first class when they called me low class just last year.