| Pour a shot in my cup of coffee | 
| Take a shower and wash the weekend off me | 
| Call the boss and let him know that I’ll be under the weather, forever | 
| I can’t afford a big vacation | 
| But I know where there’s a greyhound station | 
| Sometimes I sit and watch people coming and going | 
| Not know when and what would take | 
| My heart to get on a bus, yeah | 
| 615 to Arizona, 805 to Oklahoma | 
| If there’s a red-eye to California, take me there | 
| I just know I’m getting out | 
| Headed east, west, north or south | 
| And anywhere’s better, anywhere’s better | 
| I could pay some bills this month | 
| I could take this hundred bucks | 
| Head on to the driveway and see how far it’d take me, or maybe | 
| I could try to find my way or stay here and die someday | 
| Never really knowing what’s out on the horizon, I’m tryin' | 
| Tryin' to find myself, before I bid farewell | 
| 615 to Arizona, 805 to Oklahoma | 
| If there’s a red-eye to Minnesota, take me there | 
| I just know I’m getting out | 
| Headed east, west, north or south | 
| And anywhere’s better, anywhere’s better | 
| When nothing ever changes | 
| All we do is turn the pages | 
| Happy endings just don’t write themselves | 
| Yeah, yeah | 
| 615 to Arizona, 805 to Oklahoma | 
| If there’s a red-eye, if there’s a red-eye, take me there | 
| I just know I’m getting out | 
| Headed east, west, north or south | 
| And anywhere’s better, anywhere’s better | 
| Than here, yeah yeah | 
| Than here, yeah yeah | 
| Than here, yeah yeah |