A song from the point of view of a person who feels stuck in a place or situation. The declaration of a fed-up character "leaving this town" has become such an abundantly used theme in contemporary film and TV, that it has become the "Modern Cliché".
The composition as a whole is sort-of a cliché. From the overly-happy chord changes, to the obligatory guitar solo. In fact, the last three lines in the chorus - "the games that we play", "turn the page", and "at the end of the day" are by themselves all cliché statements.
lyrics
Verse 1
It’s 6-o’clock and the light is creeping in
Push the blankets to see
This place is cold and I don’t mind sleeping but
I got some places to be
Verse 2
Travel miles in dark and frozen lines,
Hang my coat on the door
Silence, patience, and claims on broken minds,
Just don’t know what it’s for
Pre-Chorus
Yeah, I’m leaving
Well I’m leaving this town
Doesn’t matter what you say
Leave behind what’s been pulling me down
Send me on way way
<<Chorus>>
You fought it, you bought it
Your climbing your way in to a cage of modern cliche
You tried it, you hide it
The games that we play can turn the page
At the end of the day
Verse 3
She’s sleeping late cuz the time is her disguise
Trading silence for shame
Coffee Xnanx and wine won’t clear her eyes
Someone here is to blame
Pre-Chorus
Yeah, she means it
Well she’s leaving this town
Doesn’t matter what you say
So much for your sneaking around
She was never meant to stay
<<Chorus>> X2
~Solo~
Verse 4
We’re pushing forward but falling more behind
From where we think we should go
We had a calling, but now we’ve come to find
We haven’t started the show
Pre-Chorus
So we mean it
Yeah, we’re leaving this town
Doesn’t matter what you say
All for the leaps and bounds
Send us on our way
credits
from Seventeen Grams,
released March 20, 2021
Devin R. Flynt: composer, vocals, guitar, bass, drums, percussion
Kevin Urso: rhodes
Brad Lauchert: mixing/mastering
Abby Flynt: artwork
