Look at this mess Look at this place I call home No sleep no rest Surrounded yet still alone Drift slowly or do something But Ive been locked down in this wasted town They got anything you need but you cant stay sober I gotta get the hell outta here Been locked down in this wasted town Where everyones a friend till they hear your over I gotta get the hell outta here Walk through these streets To feel the hopelessness I Carry with me No matter how hard i try Drift slowly or do something Its always the same Eagles and games California to the coast of Maine Its always the same People and games Do you like to play?