A ticket and a moment in the merry month of May,
Something pushed you.
Someone hurt you.
But something makes you want to say.
If I could fly then who would believe it?
It’s every reason I’ve got to leave.
It’s a shit job, in a shit town
Where no one sees the world in a cloud.
I am going down, and that’s ok!
If I live in Hell, at least it won’t be this way!
I have got to get out!
And find a means to an end!
I have to get out!
‘Cause there must be something better in the end.
The Greyhound, it idles, and everyone stands up!
It’s so dirty. Little secrets play tag and games of love.
And something that’s called a hate crime,
Chases one that’s out of time.
And an answer flirts with justice,
And the hawk murders the dove.
I am going out, and it’s ok!
If I burn in Hell, at least it won’t feel this way!
I’ve got to get out!
And find a means to an end!
I’ve got to get out!
‘Cause there must be something better in the end.
The city’s one big library, a museum far too big to see!
And there is water everywhere. And some people seem to care!
About the state of things to come and everything that’s left undone!
And there’s the possibility of her accepting me!