This is a goodbye to the vision on the lattice
that's waiting for me in the spring
thought I was honest as easy but
really I've learned that there ain't no such thing
and I'm sorry to let you down
but I gotta get the [bad word] outta this town

it's cos I'm leaving soon
and I won't be roaming round here anymore
it's cos I'm leaving soon
and I won't be roaming round here anymore

you hear the wind that's shaking the rafters
of your $120 sleeping pit?

the earth that's crying out for reparations?
this is the land that birthed your name before you had one

thinking lately we're the last one
or just maybe we've gone a long way from home
got ourselves loast walking down
this long dark and lonely road

elevated on the sidewalk
and consecrated in the bathroom stall
lord! we've made it!
who'd contest what we have [bad word] thus far?

so I'm leaving soon 
and I won't be roaming round here anymore
so I'm leaving soon 
and I won't be roaming round here anymore

go ahead follow the objects you desire
they're gonna lead you higher & higher
till you've gotten further & further
from what you used to call your self
when you've gone that far
almost nothing can bring you back

but if you pray it [bad word] with the strength of alarms
don't doubt these seasons
turning when our time [bad word] 
to pass
so don't beg
or prostrate
cause there's no 
sense in shame 
the last smile
ain't staring you in the face
so there's no 
cause for worry just yet

still you wait
solving nothing
with your hands
on the breaks
and you can't
put a price on
the good work
of the grave
all the distance
you can travel in the length of a day
leaves you sore
in the saddle but further from your cave