This is where it's blown to bits
This is where your treasure chest is opened up
And emptied out and everything you'd never want to see
I swear that we will make it, love
I swear the skies are bluer somewhere
And the sun will never sink behind the Appalachians for forever, love
And oh, you will learn to live
Learn how to survive
If all you need's a holiday
God knows they'll take that away
And walk away and never look behind at what they've left behind
It's Labor Day, and you're working your ass off
And what will you have to show for it in four years?
Some worthless degree
And maybe this is wanderlust, or maybe I am onto something
You could end up painting houses
You could end up working as a secretary
Until recession shuts you down
Then you and I will move out west
Past Nebraska
Past New Mexico
To California's open arms
And we'll sit on the hill there by the lake
The rotting Bible Belt a world away
But there's always something for you to forget
Someone to let go
And in the end you're always looking for a way out