Small Town

Used to feel good |Used to feel like home|Those little white fences never made me feel fenced in with no where to go|I thought leaving you|would give me space |But this ain't the kinda town|Where you can hide your face|There ain't enough air left to breath with the way their talking talking|Talking about us like we're front page news|With half a story and with half the truth |Asking how we fell apart or how i could break your heart |it don't even matter where I go |Down main street or an old back road |I'm either running into you, your friends or your memory -|Yea somehow this small town |just got a whole lot smaller|There'd be one less truck |There'd be one less girl|There'd be one less reminder of us ---- here in your world |If I'll keep on driving |And don't come back this time |They can take one number off that population sign and quit talking|Talking about us like we're front page news|With half a story and with half the truth |Asking how we fell apart or how i could break your heart |it don't even matter where I go |Down main street or an old back road |I'm either running into you, your friends or your memory -|Yea somehow this small town |just got a whole lot smaller|There ain't enough air left to breath with the way their talking talking|CHORUS