This town makes my mind slow down   I've got lines on my face like highways now   I'm chasing breezes kicking boulders   And all of the while just getting older   I leave pieces of paper   Pieces of myself along the way   Out the window   Out the window   I tell myself that   I'll come back for them before I go   Then I won't sing this song tomorrow      Reason calls I'm never listening   There's always something more distracting   And you take everything so seriously   Then you leave and burn up on re-entry      The happy endings   All these little victories   Gather up and hung on the wall   Like trophies   I tell myself that   I've been down this road before   So I won't sing this song anymore (anymore)   Anymore (anymore)   Anymore (anymore)      Yeah-heh   ooh...      Said I've been down this road before   So I won't sing this song anymore (anymore)   Anymore (anymore)   Said I've been down on myself enough before   So I won't sing this song anymore   ooh...