(Intro) (Sparse fingerpicked acoustic guitar, sounding a bit hollow and lonely) Verse 1: Plato Plato only had a hundred names on the map And mine was just a shadow caught in a family trap Everyone knew who I was before I even spoke A preset story, a predictable joke I walked the gravel roads like I was walking on glass Waiting for the silence of the years to pass If you're born into a town where the windows never change Every new day feels a little bit strange. Verse 2: Virginia Then the divorce came down like a hammer on a nail Mom remarried and we set a different sail Virginia was bigger, but it felt twice as cold A Navy town story that never got told I was the new kid with the boxes in the hall Waiting for the Navy to give my stepdad a call No one knew my name, and I hated that more Than the pre-written life I was living before. Chorus I’m the boy who felt alone in a crowd of ten The boy who felt alone and again and again Between a town that knew too much and a city that knew nothing I was just a kid out there looking for something A piece of the map that I could call my own Just the quiet echo of a boy who felt alone. Verse 3: The Choice I turned seventeen with a fire in my gut Tired of the doors that were already shut If I was gonna move, it’d be my hand on the wheel I wanted something heavy, I wanted something real Got my GED, signed the line for the OD green The youngest soldier that the world had ever seen I thought the Army was the way to finally be free But I just traded one cage for a larger company. Outro (Music fades to just a single, steady guitar note) Trading Plato for a patch... Trading Virginia for a pack... Walking away... And never looking back. (Never looking back...)
