Lyrics
Subtitles ready[Intro] [Instrumental] [Verse 1] There's another ribbon cutting at the same old grocery store. Everybody showed up just to complain they're still bored. Mr. Jenkins mows his lawn like he's defending national pride. I swear the neighborhood association's got the FBI inside. The bus stop's got three people. None of them catch the bus. They just stand around pretending Something's gonna happen to us. [Chorus] No exit signs! Every road loops back again. Different street... Same old friends. Different houses... Same TV glow. Everybody says they're leaving... Nobody goes. [Verse 2] Friday night's a parking lot with nowhere left to park. Tommy bought another guitar—still can't play past the first four bars. The cops know everybody's name before they ask for ID. Guess that's what happens when excitement tops out at seventeen. Grandma waves from number twenty. She waved yesterday. She'll wave tomorrow. Nothing changes anyway. [Bridge] Maybe this is paradise... If paradise sold cigarettes, Closed at nine, And argued over fence lines. [Final Chorus] No exit signs! Guess we're permanent guests. Growing older... Looking less impressed. We'll laugh about it... Drink to another year. If this town ever blinked... We'd probably disappear. No exit signs... So we made our own.