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