This Old Town

This old town Where I was raised Always seems to be Underneath my skin Well I guess I am moving on Well I guess I am moving on No city lights To distract me at all Quite enough To hear the sea talk Well I guess I am moving on Well I guess I am moving on I take my ways away with me I take my ways away with me I calm like the storm and fierce like the sea I take my ways away with me Little bleary eyed From drinking too much I am getting older But I don't feel grown up Well I guess I am moving on Well I guess I am moving on I take my ways away with me I take my ways away with me I calm like the storm and fierce like the sea I take my ways away with me