I always pay for parking
So I don't mind walking to your attic
I'm in search of something beautiful
And I'm hoping you might have it
If you don't that's alright
I'll catch you another night
I was planning on skipping town anyway
If you lost it that's okay
I'll find it some other place
In the next town over maybe
I'll drive down Ponce de Leon
Where the trees grow tall by the side of the road
Where the churches are plenty
With their parking lots half empty
And my high school on the corner
Thank god for that, thank god it's over
I can see the city skyline
Atlanta's turning blue in the distance
Finding something new in the distance
It's a long ride home
You don't remember 285 stretching this far
Driving in circles
Just to end up where it started
Tell me it's a lie
Darling why would you be
Skipping town anyway?
Let's go down to Little Five
The city always comes alive at night
Remember Ponce de Leon?
Where you turned the dial on the radio
Where the churches are plenty
Where you planned to spend your twenties
With your high school on the corner
How can it be that it's over
Look at the city skyline
Atlanta's turning blue in the distance
Slowly losing you to the distance
What if I go looking for myself
And I find out she's right where I began?
What if I get stuck in avenues and boulevards
That I know like the back of my hand?
There's plenty written on this page
The lock is broken on this cage
I've got to go out on my own
But remember Ponce de Leon
Where we waited for the bus to take us home
Where the churches are plenty
And their parking lots are empty
And our high school's on the corner
Sometimes I forget that it's over
Look at the city skyline
Atlanta's turning blue
In my rearview
Ooh