You look smart, but I don't care. I'm not looking for no love affair. I'ld sell you my soul, just to get me somewhere!. What's there to do in this dead old town?.
If I want to walk home with you. Hearing every word, thinking it's true. In a barren field for us to cut through. On our victory lap cross an old street cat.
Oh, oh where we get this hope. I can't tell the weak thing is tough. You better get this go. But that is space I want to go on. I got to move far. I don't want it no more, more.