I’ve got nothing planned
No road maps in my hand
But can you give me a ride?
Man you drive me nuts
I need Mom’s whiskey in my throat
To forget who I was
‘Cause now, I’ve packed all my bags
And if you still try to make me see reason it’s no use
‘Cause now I’ve made up my mind
To get away from it all
I’m a little child
When everything goes awry
I’m sick and tired of playing
I think I’ve lost my bearings
Being nowhere is harder than it seems
You know I’m passing through
No need to keep me, I’m in a hurry now
‘Cause now, I’ve packed all my bags
And if you still try to make me see reason it’s no use
‘Cause now I’ve made up my mind
To get away from it all
