Guilt Fiction - Small Pond Lyrics

I'm a country boy with a city boys mouth
I grew up in the north, but it sure felt like the south
I spent 20 years trying to put it behind me
I thought a town that small couldn't confine me

But here I am, the big city at last
The busy streets, the arid heat, buildings made of glass

Do I belong? Why am I here?
Should I be on a porch in the sun with a beer
On weekends go out and hunt some deer
With nothing around, the world seemed so clear

Spending life thinking of the past
Were they the good times if they didn't last?
Everything here moves so fast
I'd trade all of this concrete for a patch of grass

I am an old soul, that's what I was told
Well I spent my whole youth terrified of getting old
Dream too big for a pond that small
But the world is too big to do anything at all