By the Evening - Benjamin Booker

Well as of right now I am feeling

Like packing up my things and leaving

By the evening

I will be long gone

Two coats of heavy paint

Won't hide the rows of rotting wood

You know this city's dying

And by the evening

I will be long gone

Well if you're looking for some kind of freedom

You're taking every chance but I see now

By the evening

I will be long gone

And by the evening

I will be long gone

And by the evening

I will be long gone

By the evening by the evening

I will be long gone