Текст песни Introduction - Livingston

Livingston, come on, the birds are singing
Wake up

Now we're here, look at you all grown up
You waited your whole life to be free of your youth
But now you want it back
Well, too bad
Your future awaits with bated breath outside that door
And after all, this is exactly what you wanted

Because remember, before you leave
The world around you will change
But through it all this town will remain
So keep your head held high
Let these roads be your journal
And these empty fields be your proving ground
Show 'em all how you'll write your hometown odyssey

Soon you're off to the races
And your home will fade into a dot on the distant horizon
So what the hell are you waiting for?