| There’s a wilted rose in a jar on the table, |
| There’s a dried up heart in her chest, |
| There’s a time for going against all odds, |
| And a time for doing what’s best |
| Through all the thankless jobs, |
| And the nights by the t.v. |
| The late notices piling high, |
| I think it still would have been all right, |
| If we hadn’t lost the fight inside |
| So blow you winds of change, |
| And send us spinning on your way, |
| Cause there’s nothing left 'round here, |
| To make us stay, |
| Time to fly away |
| Did you ever think there could be this much dust? |
| Or that so many pretty things could fade? |
| Yeah, we gave it our best here, baby, |
| But this town gave it back in spades |
| Another set of real lives, |
| Broken down to boxes, |
| Memories that get packed away, |
| Another story that ends in a U-Haul trailer, |
| Slowly pulling away |
| So blow you winds of change, |
| And send us spinning on your way, |
| Cause there’s nothing left 'round here, |
| To make us stay, |
| Time to fly away |
| So blow you winds of change, |
| And send us spinning on your way, |
| Cause there’s nothing left 'round here, |
| To make us stay |
| We will be taking all our chances with us, |
| Upon this last crusade, |
| And leave this place to sink down in the clay, |
| Time to fly away |