Who’s going the right way down the wrong side of this
street? Each night I’m all alone in some burn up highway
town. It’s the comfort of a home that I’m so far away
from. I can leave it all behind but I can’t get it off my
mind but I can’t sleep to save my life. You’d think I’d
be singing a new tune by now but I’m still living on the
same side of town. We’re all so sick of this place, we
have to leave before it’s too late. We’re looking for a
place to call our own. So get out. We have to leave
before it’s too late. I don’t want to die alone.