I am waking up on a Monday

To catch the same old routine that my life has been getting used to

Like I used to

Catch the bus at 8 o'clock

Or how I'd lie, and say I'd walk to it

So I could see you, so we could make our way 'round town

Where all the things we knew

We're old as hell, but hell we couldn't tell

We couldn't tell a thing, when we were closer than we'd ever been

And now the worst part

Is telling you goodbye

And all that I can do, is ask you

Why'd you have to...

Go Away

And take my heart with you

Well if you coulda stayed

I'd have a lot to say

You are sixteen years of age

And clearly you are doing all the things

That you had said

Would never be a problem

But the problem here is that

The air you breathe is not the dixie kind

That you grew up with

In this southern town

Where all the things we knew

We're old as hell, but hell we couldn't tell

We couldn't tell a thing, when we were closer than we'd ever been

And now the worst part

Is telling you goodbye

And all that I can do, is ask you

Why'd you have to...

Go Away

And take my heart with you

Well if you coulda stayed

I'd have a lot to say

To say that you are wrong

To ditch this town, and move along

And if you by chance hear this song

Could you please, sing along?

So that when you...

Go away

And find yourself a new place

To hang with all your new friends

You won't say

That everyone's okay