Down where the road turns
And the buildings grow high like rockets
Shooting into the sky, in the countryside
In the black night
The abandoned barn
In the first light
That's when I saw it
Early November
And pack your bags
Remember the whisper
And throw it back
Look for an answer, don't throw up
Bus ride and carsick and lovesick
That's when I felt it
So thank you darling for being a friend
Next year this time, I'll see you again
Like everyone else, I was asking myself
"Where's my little place in the world?"
It was getting harder, I was lost for words
Hell, I was counting every syllable
Now, how can I tell you how sorry I am
Not being there for you when you came to a conclusion
About everything that meant something
It's strange how I turned into you
But thank you darling for being a friend
Next year this time, I'll see you again
Climb the top of the tallest tree and look for me -
Down where the road turns, that's where I'll be
Back in that small-town
Where the stupid is king,
Smart kiss the ground
"Kid, do you have to make such a fuss about
That you don't like it here?"
No, but still - yeah, I mean-
I mean to blow you away
You can have it
I don't want it
I don't want to stay
