| I am no longer happy in this tower terrain |
| I swear I have lost all the reasons I came |
| So I’ll take one last trip to the bar |
| Maybe it’ll give me the spark I need |
| I am no longer teasing with the traps in the street |
| There’re mines in this city with appearance so chic |
| The white picket skyline’s gone black |
| And I don’t feel a thing when I’m back |
| So what if I was to get up and go? |
| Sell my soul to the opposite coast |
| Only I’d be the one to say when I’m wrong |
| 'Cause I’d sooner be right and gone |
| I am no longer waiting for my answers to come |
| My questions are empty and this test it is done |
| You’re a fool to believe what they say |
| You only get what you need if you pay |
| So what if I was to get up and go |
| Sell my soul to the opposite coast |
| Only I’d be the one to say when I’m wrong |
| What if I was to get up and go? |
| Sell my soul to the opposite coast |
| Only I’d be the one to say when I’m wrong |
| Only I’d be the one to say when I’m wrong |
| Only I’d be the one to say when I’m wrong |
| 'Cause I’d sooner be right and gone |