Just a town like any other a second brand new start
A third or fourth hand wife or lover no, you won't break her heart
Take some bacon go on and leave your watch chain
She won't count on nothing more
Wrap your hands around that small change
and tiptoe barefoot out the door

Yes, something's wrong that restless feeling's been preying on my mind
When things get bad I'm bound to pack my bags and just
Leave them all behind

from Something's Wrong by James Taylor