Your Song Testo

This is where it's blown to bitsThis is where your treasure chest
Is opened up and emptied out
And everything you'd never want to see
I swear that we will make it, love
I swear the skies are bluer somewhere
And the sun will never dip behind
The Appalachians for forever, love
We will learn to live
Learn how to survive
If all you need's a holiday
God knows they'll take that away, too
And walk away
And never look behind at what they've left behind
It's Labor Day, and you're working your ass off
And what will you have to show for it in four years
But some worthless degree?
And maybe this is wanderlust, or maybe I am onto something
You could end up painting houses
You could end up working in some factory
Until recession shuts it down
Then you and I will move out West
Past Nebraska, past New Mexico
To California's open arms
And we'll sit on the hill there by the lake
The rotting Rust Belt half a world away
But there's always something for you to forget
Someone to let go
And in the end, you're always looking for a way out