Raisin' hell in Wayne county
With a copper on our tail
Hoping that he drives on by me
But knowing this town, he'll probably throw us in jail
We're both so paranoid in our hometown
There's so much unclaimed baggage at the carousels
And though we're guilty of nothing, we feel like fugitives running
Towards the Great White North or a border town in Mexico
There's former you, there's former me
We're telling tales of revisionist history
Ah, remember the days we couldn't hardly wait to end
I was getting fucked up with a high school friend
Wondering where all the good times went
I was getting fucked up with a high school friend
Wondering where all the good times went
We left town the minute we turned 18
We moved to different corners of the country
Now we come back for holidays and funerals
So much has changed, but Wayne county's still the same
Driving down 191
There's an old memory of someone
As a little white cross just popping out from the bend
I was getting fucked up with a high school friend
Wondering where all the good times went
I was getting fucked up with a high school friend
Wondering where all the good times went
Don't let the overwhelming sorrow shred all hopes of tomorrow
Don't let 'em tell you how to live your life
'Cause they may never understand, but it's okay because I do
We know all the ups and downs each other have been through
I was getting fucked up with a high school friend
Wondering where all the good times went
I was getting fucked up with a high school friend
Wondering where all the good times went
