I've been Just waiting for something I'd take almost anything I think that's a bad thing With my suitcase I'll go any place Even to outer space In search of a new stay I will turn away From the shivering world Though I am the child Of that old and rotten place But I cannot know From under the sun Which I will choose The real or the easy grace I've done Some things I would run from If they could be outrun But they'd outrun anyone So when I go I'll sneak through the window Leave them a note that says "I had to go with the flow" I will turn away From the shivering world Though I am the child Of that old and rotten place But I cannot know From under the sun Which I will choose The real or the easy grace