I want out
I want out
You don’t know you’re talking about
I want out
I want out
I want out of here

Dead end job
Dying town
Just off the interstate
She punches out
Puts her apron down
She’s so tired from working late

Driving home
Down the service road
Flipping through the FM dial
She sees the same old signs
She’s seen a million times
She’s lived here for a while

I want out
I want out
You don’t know you’re talking about
I want out
I want out
I want out of here

Morning comes
Like it always does
She’s doing what she’s gotta do
Taking greasy food
And coffee cups
To people just passing through
She says, “Come on back, ya’ll
Come on back.”
But that’s not what she means
If you look into her eyes
You can almost hear her scream

I want out
I want out
You don’t know you’re talking about
I want out
I want out
I want out of here