Gotta Get Out Of Here And Retreat To The Beaches,
Away From All The Blinding City Lights Illuminating The Walls Of My Room
As I Try To Close My Eyes,
As I Try To Fall Asleep
As I Try To Fall Into My Dreams
Siren's Always Blaring And Never Ending Friday Nights Are Wearing Me Out,
Broadway Is Killing Me Slowly, But Surely,
I Better Move Fast And Get Myself Out Of Here
Faster Than I've Ever Run From Anywhere Before
Gotta Get Out Of Here And Run Away From All Of These Concrete Covered Dreams That I Clung So Tightly To
I Was Disillusioned By The Hope That I Could Find
Something So Much More Amazing Than I Could Ever Find Back Home
Siren's Always Blaring And Never Ending Saturday Nights Are Wearing Me Out

No Nothing Can Keep Me Here (i'd Rather Drive From Town To Town Than Stay Here)