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