And the grown men who play like children And they know that they're way too old for That belief is fair if you make the money That belief is fair if you can still stay funny There's a get away I will get away But my heart would stray To be beautiful Like a criminal As you pull the wool Well, on the way home I flake ♪ And you know when you face your family And all they say is "Wait to retire" That belief is fair if you live a hundred But the risk is there to just die of boredom There's a get away I will get away But my heart would stray To be beautiful Like a criminal As you pull the wool Well, on the way home I flake ♪ There's a get away I will get away But my heart would stray To be beautiful Like a criminal As you pull the wool Well, on the way home I flake On my way home I shake On the way home I flake Rock you, yeah, yeah, yeah Rock you, yeah, yeah, yeah Rock you, yeah, yeah, yeah