If I was ever to run Back to the place I came from I'd pack my bags and take the next chance out of town If some voice inside told me That this is what it would be I'd think those thoughts again and surely turn them all around Hold on to the plans I found I built a home up from the ground Take it back to closed off hiding spot Hate to say it but this might hurt a lot It's so hard, It's so hard I'm trying to stare into space Run it off to an open resting spot Don't just sit there and count the pretty dots It's so wrong, It's so wrong I'm forcing another mistake If I was forced to go back I'd find myself right on track But then I would not ever see the last result There's only one more option It's hiding far away and I always said that I could do it, brace myself for the jolt