Lyrics

Just off 95 there lies a black hole
If you don't drive by fast it'll swallow you whole
It used to be a mecca for granite and steel
But all the Plymouths done rocked on down to Saviorville

It's hard being young, but it's harder being bored
And she was like a butterfly locked in a drawer
Dying to know how the other half feels
And it's just twenty short miles down to Saviorville

Where there's something to do
Someone to be
If only for the night
You can run free

Well she didn't want it all, she just wanted a taste
But the bars back home didn't stay open so late
Who knew the cost of a couple cheap thrills
Was gonna be so high down in Saviorville

Where there's something to do
Someone to be
If only for the night
You can run free

Well the butterfly flew a little too close to the sun
Trying to play a game that couldn't be won
Barely hung on the nine months until
I was born on the outskirts of Saviorville

You can learn by example, you can learn by mistake
I know where I'm headed, but I'm going anyway
Guess we've all got holes that we can't fill
But you can't help but try down in Saviorville