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 where I saw it   early November 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   thank you darling for being my 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   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 fuzz about   that you don’t like it here?”   no, but still - yes, I mean to blow you away   you can have it   I don’t want it   I don’t want to stay