Dorothy Heuser/Pierce Midnight, comes around, the day you turn 19 Bags packed, you're ready, cab's revving in the street He turns in his seat, 'hey, where you wanna go?' Goodbye honey babe, the rents are gonna miss ya Wet eyes kiss your bedroom, Dad's hand goes to his jaw They don't know where you are or what the hell you're gonna do But let those tears slide, fall onto the ground Rearview echoes of your hometown Some nights you go dancing, fix your hair and shoes Skin tight buys you whisky, can't afford to choose Stumblin' down the street, oh, where to turn your feet Street lamps, sidewalks spinning with the world The twister that brought you into color