| Song | Edit Your Hometown |
| Artist | La Dispute |
| Album | Wildlife |
| An outcry, | |
| To lost dreams and sense of wonder | |
| To the streets | |
| That raised him. | |
| Say, "Goodbye" to the hope for the home he'd been | |
| Holding. | |
| Say, "Goodbye" and "Be gone" and "Be great." | |
| To the Friends who left when they still could, | |
| For the ones who chose to | |
| Stay to waste away unplaced, | |
| Alone, and pray | |
| To get out, | |
| To grow old, | |
| To grow strong and | |
| Leave this city, so | |
| Familiar all it's places, | |
| All these memories turn each day more to | |
| Gray, More they space out till it's once a year we'll catch up, | |
| Maybe less, or | |
| Else just daydreams while he's working | |
| Late Thinks only of those friends and when they left. "Are we Still friends at all, my friends?" | |
| Can I leave? | |
| Rewind and find a younger man, | |
| All hopes | |
| And goals and dreams alight and | |
| Bright with friendship at the | |
| Crossroads in the night. "Now make a choice," the city said. | |
| We were barely twenty then, but | |
| While I swore it my | |
| Allegiance | |
| They chose leaving, all my friends. | |
| And Now it's | |
| Letters, maybe phone calls, that | |
| Come less and less each year. | |
| All addressed with wives and children | |
| To the fool who chose to | |
| Stay here. | |
| And it hurts me to know | |
| I'm alone now, | |
| And it's Worse when | |
| I know that | |
| I chose it. | |
| Don't make the same mistake as | |
| Me, Don't make the same mistake. | |
| And now my friends have all left. | |
| Or it's been me gone all along. | |
| I guess We all part one day and drop like leaves into the breeze. | |
| And ain't it | |
| Wild? Ain't it bitter? (Didn't it carry you from me?) | |
| But it's the coping | |
| With my fear that keeps me | |
| Here See, once it's gone you can't retrieve it (Do I regret you? Can I forget you?) | |
| I still believe | |
| I might get left here. | |
| I might turn 63 still sweeping up the gutters in the street or weeding | |
| Concrete. | |
| Wait and see. | |
| We'll wait and see. | |
| Or, rather, | |
| I will. Only me. | |
| Only me. "Don't make the same mistake as me. Say 'Goodbye' and 'Be gone' and 'Be great' and be done and be free." |
| An outcry, | |
| To lost dreams and sense of wonder | |
| To the streets | |
| That raised him. | |
| Say, " Goodbye" to the hope for the home he' d been | |
| Holding. | |
| Say, " Goodbye" and " Be gone" and " Be great." | |
| To the Friends who left when they still could, | |
| For the ones who chose to | |
| Stay to waste away unplaced, | |
| Alone, and pray | |
| To get out, | |
| To grow old, | |
| To grow strong and | |
| Leave this city, so | |
| Familiar all it' s places, | |
| All these memories turn each day more to | |
| Gray, More they space out till it' s once a year we' ll catch up, | |
| Maybe less, or | |
| Else just daydreams while he' s working | |
| Late Thinks only of those friends and when they left. " Are we Still friends at all, my friends?" | |
| Can I leave? | |
| Rewind and find a younger man, | |
| All hopes | |
| And goals and dreams alight and | |
| Bright with friendship at the | |
| Crossroads in the night. " Now make a choice," the city said. | |
| We were barely twenty then, but | |
| While I swore it my | |
| Allegiance | |
| They chose leaving, all my friends. | |
| And Now it' s | |
| Letters, maybe phone calls, that | |
| Come less and less each year. | |
| All addressed with wives and children | |
| To the fool who chose to | |
| Stay here. | |
| And it hurts me to know | |
| I' m alone now, | |
| And it' s Worse when | |
| I know that | |
| I chose it. | |
| Don' t make the same mistake as | |
| Me, Don' t make the same mistake. | |
| And now my friends have all left. | |
| Or it' s been me gone all along. | |
| I guess We all part one day and drop like leaves into the breeze. | |
| And ain' t it | |
| Wild? Ain' t it bitter? Didn' t it carry you from me? | |
| But it' s the coping | |
| With my fear that keeps me | |
| Here See, once it' s gone you can' t retrieve it Do I regret you? Can I forget you? | |
| I still believe | |
| I might get left here. | |
| I might turn 63 still sweeping up the gutters in the street or weeding | |
| Concrete. | |
| Wait and see. | |
| We' ll wait and see. | |
| Or, rather, | |
| I will. Only me. | |
| Only me. " Don' t make the same mistake as me. Say ' Goodbye' and ' Be gone' and ' Be great' and be done and be free." |