I Wonder If It’s Me
If I squint my eyes this city looks just like the place I’m from From here I squash the buildings between my finger and my thumb And every town we leave, people ask to come along Don’t get me wrong, but leaving here won’t change a thing
The small town kids miss the city The city kids miss the trees. How did we get this backwards? We’re gonna need more than a change of scenery
I drift from town to town (I wonder if its me) The same teething troubles follow me (I wonder if its me) People let you down, it’s just a matter of time But I know why, I think I might know why
We’ve been on this road for months, like we’re always on the run It’s hard to ignore the skylines that are stamped into the sun Every town we visit all the faces look the same From Portland to Pensacola the only difference is their names