Well I wish that I could go back and find all
The damn answers and forgive'n all the bickering
Well I wish that I could go back and find all
The damned souls and the hellbound 8 O'clock
Well I'd go back to find every damned soul
Follow back the Highway motel patrons
To there broken and soon to be homes

Well I'd go back to every failing farm family say
You live a little bit precariously
Oh I guess you dont know what that means
Well I recommend that you pick up and go
Follow back where I came
And never turn around

Pick back up put it in that pick up truck and say
I'm from the city not the county or the country

Don't let 'em tell you where ya from
Don't let 'em tell you where you'll go
But promise it'll always be so
You'll try harder than your father ever did

Well I'm not from your city I'm from my city not from your city
And I got a girl back east
I think I like her quite a lot
Well she's not from your city she's from my city not from your city
She says I've got a man out west
I think I like him quite a lot

Phone calls won't suffice
Letters just aren't the same
Your picture is so cold and lonesome all alone

But I'm not from your city I'm from my city not from your city
Just come along head west and join us in our city!
Well don't you see you're living precariously
You're painting the same canvas that mother did before
Well don't you see you're living precariously

You're circling answers that have already been circled before
Answering questions that I've already answered
Running in circles

Well come along west join us in our city out west
It's now my city it could be your city it could be our city come join my city

Now sit back
I'll come home every couple months or so
But I recommend you pick up and go
Follow back where I came from
Well I wish that I could go back and find all
The damn souls and forgive'n all the bickering
Well I wish that you could follow me west
If only I knew where
If only I went west