I'm overwhelmed, I'm overworked I'm over tired, I'm over it I'm under siege, my brittle knees My broken back, my shoulders to the wind Can't you see that I'm not whole This place was never my home Places hold people These people are why I've gotta leave The place most familiar to me Maybe I'll head out west where the air is clean And the roses they are cheap I'll be well rested, be well fed Be well dressed, find my wellbeing Can't you see that I'm not clean The pollution's killing me yeah Places hold people These people are why I've gotta flee The place most familiar to me