No! The title was NOT stolen from a Bright Eyes' song.
It's time for me to go back East and I'm trying hard not to let go of you, but I waited much too long.
And now my bitter anthem, solemnly sung, by all who can relate,
Sounds so out of tune, I guess they can't compare.
It's too much of a burden to be sociable, to be charming, or personable,
When the only one I cared to impress isn't here.
I'm going back East and heading farther North,
Where Spring's not always with me.
And in New England, I can hide myself in my pocket, and who would care?
Please, stop patronizing and over-rewinding,
But it's such a sweetness we can't let go of and forget.
Where are you? And I've lost you.
I'm so tired of being lonely and overwhelmed,
I'd rather cry myself to sleep, like before.
I'm thirsty, but you were all out of me.
So I'm resting here, thinking I'm not lonely.
I won't be, forgive me one more time, because I'm going back East,
Where memories will haunt me, like a ghost that crawls behind me,
Or scenes that still remind me of us hidden behind a narrow limb,
South of Highlands' Creek.
Remember there? We swore it never got cold,
And we would never worry, like our fathers,
And like our fathers' fathers' fathers.
But all of this had happened where I am,
I'm trying to escape to a foreign land.
And I'll retrieve my faith when I step again,
Back into the East.
