It’s quiet here where nobody can see me but all I want to do is be loud So much is the same in a place that’s changed year by year it’s worn down So I head to the south to the city where dreams are made but nobody can see a little speck in a big parade
So we’d better Run Don’t wanna be tied up to this town Where the hell, where the hell, where the hell is your sense of adventure now?
Everywhere I go in this country the system tells me to get a real job cos that’s what you’ve got to do to keep doing what you love It’s not up to you to decide what I’m capable of
Get in the van, get in the car pack your bags cos we’re going anywhere as long as it’s far Let’s take this trip, even though we might fall If we don’t do this now we might never do this at all