Well, I was a little boy sitting in the back seat combing his hair

And I never looked down though the evidence was there

'Cause a map was drawn through the middle of my hands

It's a cruel, cruel map that leads you from your friends

When I'm gone again, when I'm gone again

Will you forget about me when I'm gone

They say if you do the crime

Then you better do the time

And now I'm doing mine

I'm gone again

Well, there was a neighborhood girl with Band-Aids on both of her knees

Heaven knows what made her decide that she loved me

But I'd swallow every letter she would send

Someday I'll be back, I don't know when

So, now I'm living in the real world pushing people out of the way

Late for a deadline due last yesterday

Sitting in a traffic jam that never ends

Wishing I was who I was back then--