Introduction

Livingston, come on, the birds are singing

Wake up

Now we're here, look at you all grown up

You waited your whole life to be free of your youth

But now you want it back

Well, too bad

Your future awaits with bated breath outside that door

And after all, this is exactly what you wanted

Just remember, before you leave

The world around you will change

But through it all, this town will remain

So keep your head held high

Let these roads be your journal

And these empty fields be your proving ground

Show 'em all how you'll writе your hometown odyssey

Soon, you're off to thе races

And your home will fade into a dot on the distant horizon

So what the hell are you waiting for?