Just 'bout every spring these rivers flood.
They bring down a winter's worth of snow
And a thousand tons of mud.
You don't leave town.
With the mud this deep, your wheels just spin around.

And I only notice when I'm tired
That whenever things get rough, I hide.
I suppose that never growing up
Is like a kind of suicide.

There is nothing much to do in this town.
Except get drunk and get in my truck
And just drive around.
I've been driving in circles for so many damn years.
Just a little bit longer, then I'm out of here.

And I only notice when I'm tired
That whenever things get rough, I hide.
I suppose that never growing up
Is like a kind of suicide.

And I've watched my bridges burn-
My life go by with hardly a word.
And I know inside, I can't stay here.
I will get out, exactly when is not so clear.

Still I don't leave town.
With the mud this deep, my wheels just spin around.

And I only notice when I'm tired
That whenever things get rough, I hide.
I suppose that never growing up
Is like a kind of suicide.