| This town doesn’t understand |
| Two people makin' dreams and plans |
| They say we’re much too young |
| In this town |
| This town’s full of narrow minds |
| Can’t see beyond the city limit signs |
| They close the bedroom blinds |
| In this town |
| I’ve done some thinkin' |
| And I realize |
| There’s more than dairy queen and Friday nights |
| While we’re still young, we’ve gotta get away |
| Together we can make our break |
| From this town |
| Word’ll get around |
| Two renegades escaped |
| No they couldn’t keep us down |
| And this town |
| Will be a dime store memory |
| Baby I just know it There’s a better place to be Than this town |
| Oh this town |
| Now this town’s got a factory |
| Not much future here for you and me It’s as far as they can see |
| In this town |
| I’ve heard the wind blowin' at my door |
| Voices tellin me there’s so much more |
| It’s easy to get bored |
| In this town |
| I’ve just got to see those those city lights |
| It’s time we spread our wings and learn to fly |
| They’ll never catch us if we disappear |
| Oh the interstate is much to near |
| Can’t you just hear them talkin' |
| Their righteous words |
| Burnin' down the wire |
| What do we care what they think now |
| Thinkin’s not allowed… In this town |
| This town |
| This town |