| You should quit that job that you never liked |
| Tell your friends you’re tired of going out every night |
| Come and meet me at dark |
| Don’t tell anyone |
| And we could keep on driving 'til we found somewhere |
| With so many new faces and in the air |
| Wouldn’t have to go far to find what we want |
| And I spend all of my time |
| Staring at ceilings, watching them peeling |
| Never wondering why |
| I feel so defeated |
| Whether I need this |
| I’ll be the driver |
| You’ll be the getaway car |
| I’ll be the lighter |
| You’ll be the birds on my arm |
| I know it’s hard in a place like this |
| Growing up somewhere that can’t fit you it in |
| I’ll be the pavement |
| You’ll be the foot off the ground |
| I’ll be the basement |
| You’ll be the kids moving out |
| Running 'round like our parents did |
| I know it’s hard in a place like this |
| I know it’s hard in a place like this |
| I know it’s hard |
| I know it’s hard |
| You could fix that smile with some sun in your hair |
| New clothes and new friends with some money to spare |
| And we could go tonight |
| If that’s what you want |
| And when we run out of patience we’ll go somewhere new |
| Find a town somewhere we can’t pronounce the food |
| Watch the fading lights from the restaurant |
| And I spend all of my time |
| Staring at ceilings, watching them peeling |
| Never wondering why |
| I feel so defeated |
| Whether I need this |
| I’ll be the driver |
| You’ll be the getaway car |
| I’ll be the lighter |
| You’ll be the birds on my arm |
| I know it’s hard in a place like this |
| Growing up somewhere that can’t fit you it in |
| I’ll be the pavement |
| You’ll be the foot off the ground |
| I’ll be the basement |
| You’ll be the kids moving out |
| Running 'round like our parents did |
| I know it’s hard in a place like this |
| I know it’s hard in a place like this |
| I know it’s hard |
| I know it’s hard |
| I know it’s hard in a place like this |
| I know it’s hard |
| I know it’s hard |
| You should quit that job that you never liked |
| Tell your friends you’re tired of going out every night |
| Come and meet me at dark |
| Don’t tell anyone |