In the city my mind's a mess. No room to think, too f**ing stressed. It's hard to stop when you're obsessed. Careful what I say, everyone's So quick to judge me. This kind of support Isn't doing much for me. I need a chance to think straight. Take some time to contemplate All the questions in my head. Sometimes I get so caught up I need to stop before I lose touch And let my chances pa** me by... Without feelings compromised. Without feeling so confined.
With the city far behind. Now I've left it all behind. At least I've got my peace of mind. I always knew I'd have to leave some day. In the distance I can see the cars pa**, And garbage and broken gla** trail out into the bay. Thinking about what I want to do With no one to tell me Dreams can't come true. I know they never will if I don't try. Sometimes I get so caught up I need to stop Before I lose touch And let my chances pa** me by...