I'm Living Out In The Old House

And Fighting On The Stairs

And Staring At The Windows

Breeze Blowing Through The Years



But If I Don't Get Out Of This Town

Then Something Is Gonna Break

'Cause I Gotta Find My Own Way Now

Through This Thick Malaise



Well I Don't Know Where Else I Can Turn Now

Makes Me Often Wonder When Are We Gonna Learn



You're Wearing Too Much Make-up

Going To The Dance

And You're Looking Over My Way Now

But Some People Out There Take A Chance

But Your Glow In This Light Is So Becoming Now



If I Don't Get Out Of This Town

Something's Gonna Break

I'm Waiting To Find My High/house Soon

And Rummage Through The Age



Sometimes It Feels Like We Don't Stand A Chance

And We Go, We Go With Something Pure In Our Hearts