I found out an a Monday
The city I love doesn't love me
In fact, fuck that, it would rather see me dead
I hesitated for a minute but I packed my bag that evening
I didn't tell you I was leaving
I didn't feel safe staying here so I just left
Got in my red Camaro
In my head, no tomorrow
Realised it had all been borrowed time that I was living on till now
The sun came up less friendly
My sense of safety dead before the red sky gave way to cold blue
I wonder who I might be now
♪
From the wrong road, miles from no place
From the road, I call and call
This whole world is no place
This whole world is no place at all
♪
No place for a creature like me
So if you're like me indeed
Meet me somewhere way out on the outskirts of town
At the BP diesel station
In my sick imagination, you're already on your way
Take my hand and hold me up so I don't drown
I just pray you get this letter
I hid it in your sweater drawer so the authorities could never see the plan that I put down
But all the warming weather
May mean that you won't ever
Reach into the secret drawer
And maybe you'd inform the landlord anyway
Let me say it again
In a better way
I need a pile of rubble
To call my domicile
Far from the violent rabble
And could I trouble you to come along?
Listen to me babble
How long will we babble on in exile?
Babble on in exile
And something tells me I may be singing this song a long, long while
But I'll be bringing along a big broad smile
To wear as I walk that final long line back to the city where they broke my heart wide open bleeding on the marble tile
♪
From the wrong road, miles from no place
From the road, I call and call
This whole world is no place
This world is no place at all
♪
(Aye)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)