When we grew up we said we would leave this place.
That it had left a bad taste.
We were over it,
We would all be rich and leave.
And even if we had to be poor and homeless,
It would be better than this place.
But here we are all these years later.
No one has left and if they did,
Not by more than twenty miles.
I thought I got away,
I moved hundreds of miles away.
But here today,
Back in my hometown.
I guess its harder to leave than we envisioned.