I have got to get out of this town because this 
rusticness is bringing me down. It's alright to live 
inside a while, I guess, but I can't stand this 
desolateness. The world is a movie and we are the cast, 
but I'm in slow motion and you are moving too fast. Walk 
out the door, this town's a bore and so are you. What do 
we do? There's no attraction, no distraction from this 
world and people so cold, so caught up in superficiality. 
Look outside, what do you see? Plain roofs, caught in a 
loop. I can't escape. The world is a movie and we are the 
cast, but I'm in slow motion and we are moving too fast. 
The world is a movie and we are the cast, but I'm in slow 
motion and we are moving too fast.