And she waved her white flag at me, seething
She's leaving the left coast, limping and bleeding
She's leaving without ever really succeeding.
She's wants to root near her roots
Make home near her home
She's leaving and she wants me to follow her down
There's always another adventure to see
Another request being made of me
A time and a place she needs me to be
Chasing the girl that's chasing the dream
So here we go again
I'm buying in with money I would never spend
Leaping without looking at the water's edge
We held a yard sale to sell off some stuff
We put our lives on the lawn 'til I'd had enough
These things still matter, so selling bits of us is tough
Time has taught me that this life is fleeting
And I'm happiest when I'm not kicking and screaming
So as the iPod on shuffle plays "Don't Stop Believing," I weep.
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