Leaving Town, Friends Behind
Folk-pop song with a brisk strum at about 116 BPM: rapid acoustic guitar, banjo and a thumped guitar-body kick, with a nasal, conversational male voice and harmonies. Wry and melancholy, sung in English, about leaving a small town behind and the friends who stayed.
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Lyrics
[Verse]
The station clock is running three minutes fast.
I’m checking my pockets for a ticket to last.
Saw Miller at the counter, he didn’t say a word.
Just counted out my change like I’m something he heard.
[Chorus]
Goodbye to the porch swings and the local debris.
You’re staying right here, and I’m finally free.
It’s a long way out.
It’s a long way out.
The rearview is small but the road is wide.
Got nothing but a suitcase and a little bit of pride.
It’s a long way out.
It’s a long way out.
[Verse]
We used to drink warm beer by the gravel pit edge.
Mapping out futures on a limestone ledge.
Now Ben’s got a mortgage and a kid on the way.
And Sarah’s still waiting for a better Sunday.
[Chorus]
Goodbye to the porch swings and the local debris.
You’re staying right here, and I’m finally free.
It’s a long way out.
It’s a long way out.
The rearview is small but the road is wide.
Got nothing but a suitcase and a little bit of pride.
It’s a long way out.
It’s a long way out.
[Bridge]
Maybe I’m the coward for running from the quiet.
Trading the silence for a different kind of riot.
But the air here is heavy, it’s thick like the mud.
And I need to see something that isn’t in my blood.
[Chorus]
Goodbye to the porch swings and the local debris.
You’re staying right here, and I’m finally free.
It’s a long way out.
It’s a long way out.
The rearview is small but the road is wide.
Got nothing but a suitcase and a little bit of pride.
It’s a long way out.
It’s a long way out.
[Outro]
Just a long way out.
See you when I see you, I guess.
Keep the dust off my seat.
Keep the dust off my seat.
[Outro]
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