The city ate her up and spit her back out
And she waved her white flag at me, seething
She's leaving the left coast, limping and bleeding
She's leaving without ever really succeeding
She's gonna root near her roots
And make home near her home
She's leaving and wants me to follow her down.
Always another adventure to see
Always another request made of me
A time and a place she needs me to be
Chasing the girl who chases the dream
So here we go again
I'm buying in with money I would never spend
Leaping without looking at the water's edge
We held a yard sale to sell off some stuff
We put our lives out on the lawn 'til I'd had enough
These things, they still matter; they still mean a great deal to me
Time has taught me that this life is fleeting
And I'm happiest when I'm not kicking and screaming
So as the iPod on shuffle plays "Don't Stop Believing"
I weep.
I'm grey and get greyer with each passing year
And the years start to tumble together, it's clear
I still feel 18
Still feel so 18 and green.
