The morning after labour day
Is the definitive expiration date
For all that I know
And everyone I love
So will we go the distance
I'll be honest I don't know
So let's suppress
This timer above our head
I hope you all remember me
As something mostly positive
When I check my bags
I'll look straight back
So I'll exchange my cowboy boots
For something more appropriate
For the coast
I suppose

I'm moving away but will I move on
I know I complain about this city
But I don't wanna go away from all the shows
And my friends and family
But I gotta grow, so it's time for me to go
I'll miss you dearly

When you come to visit
We'll sit by the Atlantic
And it would feel romantic
If the context weren't so tragic

I'm moving away but will I move on
I know I complain about this city
But I don't wanna go away from all the shows
And my friends and family
But I gotta grow, so it's time for me to go
I'll miss you dearly