I miss writing songs And driving my old car Across America And I miss writing songs And feeling confident Temporarily And I miss waking up And feeling terrible It seemed so valuable And I miss getting high With people I don't know And feeling like I should probably go right now I gotta leave right now I gotta go right now Yeah, I gotta go And I miss writing songs And sitting wondering If they'd be anything And I miss singing songs And smoking cigarettes Before the internet took all of my time And I miss coming home After several months away And wishin' I could stay And I miss writing songs About who I used to be And people I don't see anymore Where did everybody go? Where did everybody go? Where'd everybody go? Oh, well I gotta leave right now I gotta go right now Yeah, I gotta go Well I miss writing songs And driving my old car Back to Canada