DESCRIPTION:
Catchy ska punk stuff

Lyric:
Step into the night, eyebrows freeze in the wind.
Beat the worn in path to anywhere but this town has its own ideas...

about my future now my city loves me but she lies.
Says she'll never leave me but hardly even tries.
I guess I really should have seen it coming all along.
The harder I try the more I don't belong.

One thing to keep me here at all. My city's saving grace.
And not for that I would be gone.
One thing to keep me here at all.
Good. Cheap. Rent

Got not a lot of money. This is the place to be. Low cost of living bought me.

Over time it seems I lost nearly all of my friends.
Lost in the end to wine or women.
Living in the past with everything but this town has it's own ideas about my future.. etc.. repeat..

Bridge: Where are my friends to help pick me up. This town gets the best of me and I know this can't be all that's left.
Chorus again.