Your hometown has harsh winters.
If you came to beat the cold, you will,
But first consider
The thousand words in this picture.
Dreams big as the bills stacked high,
We’ve got low-carb diets and cloudless skies,
But I
Know there are things that you won’t find.
CHORUS:
Write your own role;
They’ve been saying it’s a sign of the times.
If you go,
You’ll be lucky just to get out alive
From the west side.
Beautiful girls, they’re running the show,
But I can’t tell if they’re running towards something
Or just running from home.
I wanna tell them about the one Love I know.
He’ll put His finger on your sunburnt mouth and say
He’ll never leave you, even if you push Him away.
Do you believe it?
Because it’s true even if you don’t receive it.
CHORUS:
Or you could write your own role;
They’ve been saying it’s a sign of the times.
But if you go,
You’ll be lucky just to get out alive
From the west side.
I don’t know you well enough to give you unsought guidance.
But I know I wasn’t cut to be strong and silent.
I don’t know you well enough to give you unsought guidance.
No, but I know I wasn’t cut to be strong and silent.