I want to die in these hills

There is something inside me
That knows this is where I should be
In this curve in the many hills
The Blue mountains there in the distance  
The world has been ending my whole life
But things feel as they always have here
The world goes on and on and on
And I know I belong here deep inside
One of the resident freaks and happily so
It's starting to feel like Pompeii in a way
The wine is flowing freely more than before
They've torn out the fruit orchards  
Just to plant their soil destroying vines
They come here to drink away the pain
Running away from the city; repeating history  
Houses priced out of locals ranges
Am I a local? I still feel like I never stopped  
The sand and air, the wheat sea hills
The world is ending and it's changed everything
It's changed me so deep inside
Fractured me in ways I can't explain
Though I keep trying to explain it  
But there's something in the air here
It sinks into the cracks in my soul
That always makes me feel at home
Some have said you can never come home
But I never wanted to leave anyway
And like this towns the protigal son
But not protigal... More a runaway
You can't escape where you belong
And I belong here more than anywhere
I would rather die here, in these hills
Watching the blue mountains in the distance  
Than die in a city where no one cares