Take her or leave her she will still be the same.
She'll not try to buy you with her time.
But nothing's the same, as you will see when she's gone.
It's foreign on this side,
And I'll not leave my home again.
There's no place to hide
And I'm nothing but scared.
Wherever she thinks people need the things she knows.
Hey those books you gave us look good on the shelves at home
And we'll burn one in the fire teacher when in rome.
~When In Rome by Nickel Creek~