Story Behind The Song

I grew up in a small town in Massachusetts and in the center was this huge abandoned factory. I used to pass this place everyday, with its grafitti bricks and busted windows. Growing up in a small town can be a wonderful thing, but as you get older and go off to school or what have you, you find yourself looking at your hometown in a new way, you experience yourself as something separate from it.

Song Description

This is a song about growing up in a small town, mixed with a little homesickness and loveable adolescent cynicism

Lyrics

Way to be kid, you did like they did
You hid yourself behind those fancy clothes
You always stop when you hit those walls
You jump back because you?re not happy being out all alone

Throwing stones at the factory windows
There?s a wind hanging heavy and its swinging low
Just be yourself boy but watch what you say
?Cause its towns like this that don?t miss a chance to talk you down

I used to feel so strong
The years went slow and the days grew longer
The ground?s so low I can hardly see
So I?ll just fly, ride so high
Get the dust out my eyes and let me see the light
Shining far from home

My head is clear but my heat is aching
Just sing from the rooftops ?til your voice grows hoarse
You stand composed but I swear I feel my hands shaking
And I?m looking for a city I can call my own

I used to feel so strong
The years went slow and the days grew longer
The ground?s so low I can hardly see
So I?ll just fly, ride so high
Get the dust out my eyes and let me see the light (2x)
Shining far from home