Gotta get out of here and retreat to the beaches, away from all the blinding city lights illuminating the walls of my room as I try to close my eyes, as I try to fall asleep, as I try to fall into my dreams, sirens always blaring and never ending Friday nightsare wearing me out
Chorus: Broadway is killing me slowly, but surely, I'd rather move fast and get myself out of here faster than I've ever run before.
Gotta get out of here and run away from all of these concrete covered dreams that I clung so tightly to, I was dillusioned by the hope that I could find something so much more amazing than I could ever find back home, sirens always blaring and never ending Saturday night are wearing me out.
Chorus
No nothing can keep me here (I'd rather drive from town to town than stay here)