there's a saying they have in the town i come from
“a train always follows it's tracks”
trust they hold with virginity
once you've lost it you can't get it back
i've made some mistakes, i'm the first to admit
and god knows they won't be the last
i could have stayed in that town till jesus returned
and still not break free of my past
i recall my first views of the city
the postcards my grandmother framed
after two years living out there on the streets
i can tell you it's not all it's claimed
too many live without hope or respect
hell they don't even know what it means
some don't care if they live or they die
and they're only just into their teens
lived for a while with my sister
it began as i stepped from the train
three months preaching what i already knew
and didn't need reminding again
i'll always live with the things i have done
but sometimes you tire of that weight
all her words spoken with love and concern
sometimes love does more damage than hate
i'm heading northwards next winter
i'm told you'll find work if you’re keen
too busy working out where i’m going
too worry about where i've been
a girl i know moved there last christmas
maybe i’ll give her a ring
if i never set foot in this city again
i won't feel i'm missing a thing
let the wind blow me
and carry me slowly
i’m breaking free of this trap
this city's a long way from where i come from
much further than it shows on the map