so i missed the last train to that old sleepy town where i had spent nine months just kicking around this just leads me to believe i ll never make it back there and these tricks that i m playing on myself in my head should be ignored though i play along instead this just leads me to wonder if anyone can take me seriously but sometimes the rearview mirror reflects a better picture i couldn t go back there it was an escape from what i didn t have and now that i m stuck here i doubt i ll ever go back i would suck the rivers dry just to taste the freedom of that place so i missed the last bus back to my old hometown where we spent all those late nights just driving around the city was ours we painted every last sunset now our old friends are waiting for us to come back but we re buried in boston we ve left them alone and i m sorry for leaving i thought i could paint this town red i came here to find a purpose but lately i just feel worthless no place that i ve found could hold a candle to nb i wish i was downtown cobblestones under my feet i wish i was back there to see every face that gave me what i have i m tearing at my hair in fear of never coming back on the overpass one night route 18 alight cars speeding under our feet we drank to the moonlight i had never felt so free