I am waking up on a monday
To catch the same old routine that my life has been getting used to
Like i used to..
Catch the bus at 8 o clock
Or how i'd lie, and say i'd walk to it
So i could see you, so we could make our way 'round town
Where all the things we knew,
Were old as hell, but hell we couldn't tell
We couldn't tell a thing, when we were closer than we'd ever been
And now the worst part
Is telling you goodbye
And all that i can do, is ask you
Why'd you have to
Go away
And take my heart with you
Well if you coulda stayed
I'd have a lot to say
You are 16 years of age
And clearly you are doing all the things
That you had said
Would never be a problem
But the problem here is that
The air you breathe is not the dixie kind
That you grew up with
In this southern town
Where all the things we knew,
Were old as hell, but hell we couldn't tell
We couldn't tell a thing, when we were closer than we'd ever been
And now the worst part
Is telling you goodbye
And all that i can do, is ask you
Why'd you have to
Go away
And take my heart with you
Well if you coulda stayed
I'd have a lot to say
To say that you are wrong
To ditch this town, and move along
And if you by chance hear this song
Could you please, sing along?
So that when you...
Go away,
And find yourself a new place
To hang with all your new friends
You won't say,
That everyone's okay.
