Leaving Town Video (MV)

I lost myself in a canvas hanging from your wall
A collage of different colors
Like graffiti on a bathroom stall
It said, "Call me for a good time," dial 1-402
Takes me back to Nebraska
When I thought I had something to prove

Getting out
Leaving Town

There's a mural on a side of a liquor store
I run by it everyday
Hands stretched out, holding the world
My head goes to a different place
Back to a time when I was younger, Sitting on the shoulders of my father
There was never a fear of falling
Only voices in the distance calling

Getting out
Leaving town
Getting out
Leaving town

Tell me how do I interpret, these stories of fact and fiction
When the plot's have all been shifted
To fit our own definition
They're just ruins in the daylight, bridges falling to the ground
The glory days are over
You better pack your shit up now

Getting out
Leaving town
Getting out
Leaving town
Getting out