I was raised within the sound of the interstate
in the back of my mind i was always moving away
to a place I imagined that I'd find
more of my self, more peace of mind
a lot more than me didn't turn out like I'd planned
I find myself staring back at a grown man
living just a stone's throw away
from where I planned my escape
But I'm here and I know
I belong here where I'm standing
a wiser man than me once said
you'd better bloom where you're planted
and I've not seen all I'm going to see
but I'm not going to deny
this feels like home to me
most of my old friends have moved away
it's hard to blame them; there's not much reason to stay
when they come home on the holidays
they say how all the faces look the same
I'd like to argue, but it's be true
And I've got no need to change their point of view
If there's one thing that I've learned
It's that we've all got our own version of the truth
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Same two feet on the same old mountain trail
same old backroad, spinning out a gravel grey fishtail
backdrop's the same, but everything's different today
It's all a matter of perspective, I imagine, anyway…
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