AN ENDLESS PROCESSION OF RED AND WHITE LIGHTS STREAKING ALONG THE MOTORWAY
TO SOMEWHERE FAR OFF OUT OF SIGHT
YOU SIT WATCHING FROM YOUR BEDROOM WINDOW
EVERY NIGHT WONDERING WHEN YOU'LL BE FREE
OF THIS PLACE FREE OF THE BOREDOM AND URBAN GREY
AWAY FROM THE SMALL MINDS AND PETTINESS
AND ALL THOSE KNOW-ALLS
THAT ALWAYS SEEM TO GET THEIR SAY
THERE ARE TIMES WHEN THESE WINDOWS
SEEM LIKE PRISON BARS
THE DRUNKS IN THE STREET BELOW
ACTING AS ARMED GUARDS
THE HILLS ALL AROUND SEEM LIKE MOUNTAIN RANGES
THE HIGHER YOU CLIMB THE HIGHER THEY RISE UP
BUT YOU KNOW THINGS NEED TO CHANGE
SO YOU DREAM OF HITCHING OUT OF THIS PLACE
SO TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT
YOU HEAD INTO THE wind
TOMORROW IS A FRESH NEW DAY
THE STREETS PAVED WITH GOLD AS A RUNAWAY
YOU CLIMB THE HIGHEST BUILDING AND LOOK AROUND
THE CITY LAID OUT AT YOUR FEET
BUT YOU KNOW NOW IT'S ALL A FAKE FACADE
BECAUSE THE BIG CITY MARCHES TO THE SMALL TOWN BEAT
