run away, turn away
How will I ever get to heaven now?
International airport
A quarter after nine
Paris, Texas; Athens, Georgia’s
Not what I had in mind
As I’m getting out I laugh to myself
Cause this is the only place
Where as you’re getting on the plane
You see Buddy Holly’s face
I hear they hate me now
Just like they hated you
Maybe when I’m dead and gone
I’m gonna get a statue too
If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear I was related to Natalie Maines.
We all get over our small-town damage at our own pace. I’m still working on mine after ten years (though there are those who would say I’m still in the middle of it geographically as well as mentally).
And all that leads, somehow logically, to what has to be the best Postsecret EVER:
